Classic Doctor Who- The First Doctor

After falling in love with 9 and 10 I decided I wanted to see all of Who so I could see the evolution of the character and its villains.
Starting with the First Doctor I find its not something I devote all my attention to. I can often watch it while shopping on ebay or something else that takes minimal attention. I will say that I do enjoy certain aspects of the show. The Doctor does not have his sonic screwdriver but instead uses experience and knowledge to make conclusions. He also gets some help from the two teachers hes taken on as companions.
I love his granddaughter because she is a companion whose love and loyalty need not be developed over time. We go in knowing theyre family and that they matter to each other. Id love to see a future companion be a distant relative of his, its more interesting than worrying over love interests and jealousy.
We meet the Daleks and instead of being these “no one can defeat them without extreme measures” creatures, theyre defeated with mud and rocks. Its amazing because they evolve from these almost simple villains into The Doctors greatest foe.
Being the First Doctor were to assume hes not traveled with humans before, seeing as how he kidnaps two people and forces them to believe him. After they agree to stay with him their travels seem fine, but when they reach The Dead Planet, well he risks all their lives simply because he had wanted to explore. I’m much happier that later on they decided his companions would be voluntary and that he wouldnt drag them into danger for curiosity unless they too were interested. (For example, when Ten and Rose are together and arrive on The Impossible Planet he tells her ‘yes it looks dangerous, should we head back?’ and they both just laugh. By this point it has become normal for the Doctor and his companion to engage in dangerous activities, but with consent.)
One thing I like about the TARDIS is that we see rooms beyond the control room. There’s bedrooms and a small kitchen area. We see how he gets food and water on a ship that takes on no resources. Switches are labeled but The Doctor believes the TARDIS is just a machine. He hasnt grown to love it or believe that it is more than just a ship.
My biggest qualm with this show is that they created a show where they travel to new and different worlds but build only 1-2 sets to show the outside. They’ll be traveling along in a forest then into a city and it will just be the same set only from a different angle, and its hardly even a well designed set. Not a lot of aesthetics, mostly just different colored walls or bizarre shaped plants. Even shows like Twilight Zone tried to have a bit more variety than that. But this is also only the first (and into second) season so it could just be they didnt want to splurge on a show if they weren’t sure it’d pay off in the end.
(This concludes Part 1 of Classic Doctor Who- The First Doctor Review)

First Post of 2014

Last year I didnt even post until February, so I guess you could say I'm already ahead. Work has been nicely occupying my mind with new ideas, albeit all work related, none for writing. The hubster is out of town more than he is home, so the baby production line has pretty much been halted. My initiative to lose weight is growing now that there is a count down to a very important event-Our Five Year Anniversary!
A big shindig with friends and family, lots of food, drinks, a photo booth, and possibly karaoke. In my mind, my ideal day would consist of me weighing as much as I did the day I got married but I doubt I'd be able to drop twenty pounds in less than 10 months. Instead, my goal is to look drop dead gorgeous in a great dress and have an amazing cake that tastes as good as it looks.
Ive also decided to start posting about all my Pre-Vow Renewal Prep. There is makeup, body washes, and other pampering items that I will be testing and sharing my opinions on. Updates on the type of cake, the centerpiece arrangements, my dress, and all my accessories. And also, of course, when its finished, the music playlist!

I'm Just Lookin For Some Tush

There are times when my brain just does not want to listen to me when writing a story and decides 'Hey I know you're not done with this book but lets write a scene three books into this series' Yea, cause thats what I needed on my plate, a scene out of nowhere that relies on certain facts to be established in books I havent finished, havent started, and havent even contemplated the plots of. Why, oh why, brain, must you torment me so? I obviously write the scene because I dont want to forget it and lose it and then berate myself for the loss of what could possibly be a great scene. The sequel to Haven is almost completely finished simply because there were so many scenes (some I didnt even know where meant for it that just started out as random ideas and I found fit well with the storyline I had already established) flooding my brain that I had to get them out. Then of course because they were there I stitched them together with other scenes. My brain began to say 'Well how would you get from this one to the next?' and I couldnt refuse because, fuck, I was curious too! AND THEN! This son of a bitch brain of mine decided it already had a new character it wanted to introduce at the end of the second Haven book, but oh, wait for it-the full character couldnt be explained until THE NEXT BOOK! Thats right. I fucking started a third novel. So I have one in the midst of its second draft edit. Another that is almost finished except for the third act. And then a third book in its outline stages. And to put a perfect piece of shit cherry on top of the fuck all that is my brain, I wrote a scene today that I know cant go into any of those three because its too soon in the timeline. So whats that mean? Yup, you guessed it. I have a scene that needs to fit somewhere in a fourth or fifth book. *Flips table* Just fuck my life and the imaginary worlds I create.

The Bird and The Worm

This is the least amount of posts I've done in any of the years I've had this blog. Needless to say I am ashamed, but also I have an excuse. I moved away from home. I moved 730 miles. Three states over. I left the place I had lived my entire life to someplace completely new and different to me. It has definitely been an adventure and a change of pace for someone like me, so used to city life and easy access to travel and the like. Its been three months since the move but were still getting settled. I started a new job and for a while it was taking up all my time. This week I have time to myself though while my love is away for work. A whole two weeks without him, as if becoming habit with us, before I get to see him for Christmas. My events for this week are making cookies, chocolate pops, and chocolates candies to share with everyone. Still nothing good on the pregnancy front. I try to stay positive but its painful at times, hoping for something that really is up to chance. Unlike other things in my life I cant make it happen by more work, a change in habit or anything else. Money is always an option but not currently available so I will once again hope that by next year I will be blessed with a baby. I'm not sure if I could make it if I fail another year, I believe after a certain point you just have to give up on impossible dreams.

When the Levee Breaks

That moment of "what is this fool doing?" As i sit in our car, on the side of the road i watch my ridiculous husband try and take a city scape shot of Raleigh, North Carolina. He is, for lack of a better term, a madman. The lengths he will go to for a good shot, and his work. I know i go to certain lengths for my craft, but he gives new meaning to the phrase "above and beyond". All in all i will say i am proud of him for his dedication and his passion for always getting the best he can.

New York Snob?

So i know it can be hard working maintenance. Ive done my fair share of cleaning at jobs, and you cant always get everything done in a limited amount of time. But heres my issue. If a pool is to open at 9am and it is a quarter after 9 and i am still watching the pool lady clean, move chairs and smoke a cigarette while doing so, do i have a right to complain? I mean, after all i am paying to stay at the hotel and have full use of their amenities. If a pool is to be open at 9am that would imply the pool person should be cleaning from BEFORE 9am, not appear to be halfway through her duties at that time. To top it all off, her total "i wont even acknowlegde you're there" attitude is another reason to want to complain. I honestly witnessed her pick up one chair and move it less than two feet over to be on the opposite side of a sign. Does that really require the entire pool to be closed for you making sure the feng sui of the fucking place is in order? But maybe its just me, maybe i'm just a spoiled bitch who thinks i should get everything i pay for.

Follow the Black Kitten

Some authors like to leave puzzle pieces, easter eggs, bread crumbs, or whatever other analogy you would like to use, in their stories for their readers to follow through from one book to the next. I debated time and again what kind I would like to leave behind for my readers to search for. Stephen King always mentions a specific type of cigarette that doesn't really exist. But in his realm, and for his readers, it is a common theme. For a change of pace, in the television show Psych, they always manage to work a pineapple into a conversation, the food, or just somewhere in the background.

One thing I know I can surely work into every one of my stories, is my Princess Ed. She is a beautiful tortie and there is always a way to work an adorable kitten into a scene. Much like Alice in Wonderland  I will have you following a white rabbit down the hole into the madness of my world.