I really ought to post something ...
Yep, the subject header says it all, really.
I've not really been a lazy cow. Well, all right. I have. A bit. But I've also had a dead computer, a holiday, too much stuff to do for work, a life (beyond work and computer), lots of letters to write and half a dozen stories to start writing.
Note the 'start writing'. Hey, it's what I do. Now 'finish writing' is a whole new ball game, as they say, and I haven't actually mastered that yet. Only occasionally does that pan out. This is why my 2006 Hallowe'en story (which can't decide if it's humour, tragedy, angst or hurt/comfort and may end up as an unholy mixture of all of them) may or may not be ready for Easter 2007. But that's okay, considering it's based on an idea I had back in the *cough* late 1980s, which I've attempted to write with three other trios prior to this. And failed. Obviously. If this one actually makes it, it'll be a minor miracle!
Then there's the bondage fic. Which doesn't seem to have any actual bondage in it, because that would derail the humour. Trust me, I'm writing it and it would. Not to mention the 'Torchwood' crossover fic which refuses to be written because a) I don't know where the series is going, which kind of buggers up the characterisation of Captain Jack and b) Certain Other People who keep running away with the plot and will have to be retconned into submission if they don't start behaving themselves.
And then there's the Angsty Fic of Doom and Death. Which arose from a nightmare about global warming. I kid ye not. It's very angsty. It's full of doom and actual death. And every time I attempt to write it, I get all teary and depressed. Which kind of begs the question why I'm writing the damn thing in the first place. I think it's to get it out of my system once and for all. And also, obviously, to depress anyone who doesn't heed the warnings and actually reads it.
However, there is one which is almost actually finished. It has a beginning, most of a middle and an end. Just a crucial bit in the middle (just before the end) to sort out. Just, she says. Look forward to seeing this one sometime in the middle of the next decade, then.
On other matters: I loved, loved, loved the DW Christmas Special. Catherine Tate is exactly the sort of companion the Doctor needs. Someone who'll give him a slap when he's being a prat. Martha, take notes.
Fight Club Torchwood was effective last week. It's a very uneven series. I like the way that all the characters are really a bit (a lot!) crap. This, surely, cannot be the creme de la creme of Torchwood - these must be the rejects! I like Gwen's descent into being as morally questionable as the rest of them - though she should have seen it coming. And please could Ianto do something other than make the coffee or angst? Full on sex with Jack would be my preference. Second choice - guest appearance on 'Strictly Come Dancing' next year, wearing something pink and spangly. (I have never claimed to be sane.)