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Writing update

Hellooooooo!!! Long time no see, everyone! 

Guess what I’ve been working on this week? The next Timelessness story! I'm currently in the Planet of the Dead section, and let’s just say Lady Christina does not make a good first impression on Rose and Donna.

One of the passengers had left the group huddled around the mangled bus and was walking their way. Donna had noticed her before and had disliked her on sight. She knew this type of posh woman all too well—the type who dressed all in black so you couldn’t help but noticed how expensive their clothing was.

She set her backpack down, and the heavy bag left an indentation in the sand. “Well, the four of you seem a little more organised than that group back there.”

The Doctor and Rose exchanged a glance, and Donna crossed her arms over her chest.

“We’re just experienced in handling emergencies,” Rose offered after a second’s conversation.

The woman’s mouth curved into an amused, almost mocking smile. She reached into a small pocket of her backpack and pulled out a pair of sunglasses.

“So am I,” she agreed as she put them on. “Ready for every emergency.”

Donna rolled her eyes. “Having a pair of designer sunnies does not count as being ready for an emergency.”

The woman didn’t respond. She just sidled closer to the Doctor. “And what’s your name?”

“I’m the Doctor. This is Rose, Donna, and Lee,” he replied, pointing at each of them in turn.

It didn’t matter, because she didn’t look away from the Doctor. “Name, not rank.”

“His name is the Doctor.” Rose bit back a sigh. It got a little old, the way everyone they met ignored her.

The woman spared her a quick glance, then focused on the Doctor again. “Surname?” she pressed.

“Listen, sunshine,” Donna snapped. “He’s told you his name is the Doctor. His wife has told you his name is the Doctor. What more do you need? His passport?”

The woman finally blinked. “You’re called the Doctor?” she queried, somewhat disbelievingly.

“Yes, I am.” He put his hands in his coat pockets and rocked back on his heels. 

She rolled her eyes. “That’s not a name. That’s a psychological condition.”

“Well, what’s your name?” Donna demanded.

She sighed. “Christina. Lady Christina de Souza, actually.”

“Right,” Donna drawled. “Lady Christina. Talk about a psychological condition.”

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i just wanted to know if you are going to write anything from season 5 for being to timelessness

Yes! And the specials--that’s actually the next story in the queue. It’s just taking me longer to write. I’m working on The Next Doctor right now though.

Maybe I’ll start doing mini-excerpts on days that I get some writing done.

Snow fell gently as the Doctor waited for Rose to join him outside. As the tip of her polished black boot appeared from beneath the hem of her full skirts, he remembered another day in another lifetime when he’d taken Rose to Victorian England.

She was smirking at him when she closed the door behind her. “Yeah, but this time you meant for us to be in England,” she teased. “Not Naples.”

The Doctor took her gloved hand and brushed a kiss over knuckles, before tucking it in his elbow and leading her away from the TARDIS.

“True,” he agreed.

Rose placed her other hand on his arm and looked up at him. “All right Doctor, you told me London, winter of 1851, but you wouldn’t tell me anything else. Come on, why are we here?”

The Doctor nodded at the courtyard they’d just entered. It was filled with stalls and people buying and selling. On their right, a man hawked bunches of mistletoe, and somewhere, they heard a voice offering hot chestnuts.

Rose put her hand over her mouth and turned in a circle. The festive atmosphere was obvious, but if there had been any doubt, a choir stood on the edge of the courtyard singing “God rest ye merry, Gentlemen.”

The Doctor waited until her shining eyes met his again. Then he leaned down and brushed a kiss against her cheek. “Merry Christmas, Rose Tyler.”

Rose turned her head and kissed his jaw, then pulled back and shot him an impish smile. “Does that mean we landed on Christmas and there’s real snow?”

The Doctor rolled his eyes. “If this is the thanks I get for trying to give you a nice holiday…”

Rose’s chuckle was cut off by a very familiar shout coming from an alleyway.

“Doctor!”

She raised an eyebrow. “A nice holiday?” she repeated drily.

The Doctor shook his head furiously. “Rose, I swear—”

“Doctor!”

“Tell me later!” Rose told him as they started running towards the cry.

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Writing update and excerpt 6/11

YOU GUYS!!! I HAVE FINALLY FOUND MY FOCUS.

I’ve always been able to hyperfocus on writing. It’s how I get so much done in such a short amount of time. But I lost that when I took such a long break, and I was afraid it wouldn’t come back. 

Well. It did.

I wrote over 2K across three different projects today. (Three different projects might not seem like I’m focused, but I’m trying to balance what I want to finish.) And I posted the first chapter of a new story!

Totals first, then excerpts under the cut.

I logged a whopping 94 words on the next chapter of A Wish Your Heart Makes. But that’s because I deleted a bunch from chapter 1. 

I finally got started on Forever Timeless, with 549 words. And I figured out the timeline of FANA and this story, which is important. Especially juggling two timelines--TARDIS time and Earth Time.

AND. 

I wrote 852 words of Always Her Doctor!!! I am so happy to be working on this story again, and I’m thrilled with how the chapter is shaping up. 

Without further ado, the excerpts.

Forever Timeless:

The Doctor rubbed a hand over his face. “I need to create a setting on the sonic for Allen wrenches. Those belong on a list of forbidden torture devices.”

Jackie’s snort interrupted Rose’s teasing response. “And here I thought you were some kind of superior alien,” she said as she entered the room, carrying two tall glasses of water. “How the mighty have fallen—defeated by an Ikea flat pack.”

Rose could sense the Doctor weighing the merits of defending himself against the likelihood that Jackie would dump the glass of water over his head. In the end, he only rolled his eyes and said, “Thankfully, the fate of the universe has never rested on my ability to put together furniture with vaguely Swedish names.”

A Wish Your Heart Makes:

Rose’s heart skipped a beat. This was what she’d hoped for, but she tried to keep her expectations low. A week had passed since she’d finally had the courage to talk to the Doctor about their relationship. Despite the mutual agreement that they were far more than friends, and that they wanted to develop that more, he still hadn’t kissed her.

She suspected the Doctor was waiting for the Perfect Moment. Meanwhile, she had to remind herself several times a day that she couldn’t just grab his tie and yank his lips down to meet hers.

Always Her Doctor:

The library was rather inconveniently located on the opposite side of the building from his room. At least with class in session, the hallways were empty enough that John felt free to move at a brisk jog, instead of a more sedate, professorial pace.

He was halfway there, mind filled with the imagined smile Marion would greet him with, when a sly voice stopped him.

“Where are you racing off to in such a hurry, Mr. Smith?”

John slowed and looked over his shoulder at the tall senior boy loitering in the hallway. “Why aren’t you in class, Baines?” he asked, rather than answer the question.