I thought I’d try to update this blog more often. Get things cooking nice and hot. Or something.
Anyway. Here’s a picture of a young Jon Pertwee for no reason:
I thought the best way to make sure I drop something here more often often would be to post regular short updates, rather than try to spend time crafting each post. Quick updates about what I’m writing, and what I’m thinking about.
So rub your eyes against his lot, you animals:
The writing on Apocalypse, my next series, is going great. I think. It will be going even better when I actually put the hours in that it needs. But I will. I mean, probably. I am a lazy so-and-so. I’ve done much better so far this year, actually getting my sweet-butt into the chair and smashing my fingers against my laptop on an (almost) daily basis.
But yeah, I think some of it is good. Strong, dark stuff. It’s looking like the first book in the miniseries will tap out at around 45-to-50 thousand words.
The other thing occupying my brain-meat, is the fact that Moffat announced his departure as head writer of Doctor Who. WAHHHHH! *weeps*
He’s gonna be replaced by Chris Chibnall, who has written, at best, ‘decent’ episodes of Doctor Who, terrible episodes of Torchwood, and the super-smash-hit Broadchurch; which didn’t really do it for me, but which you probably lost your God damn mind over.
I like to be positive when it comes to my fave story world, so fingers crossed that ‘ol Chibbers (as he shall now always be referred to) raises his game and gives us some ace Who. And if not, well, we’ve got another year of Moff-Who to enjoy yet.
Okay, that’s it for now.