Secondly, thankee to marrgdean56 for the article on the new book about Billy the Kid. I will have to pick that one up!
Speaking of the Kid, I am planning on going back to 2008's NaNo and beginning the editing process. Really, I am.
I think it's been all the discussions of the new series of Doctor Who over on green_maia's journal that's caused me to have several Doctor dreams in the last few nights (I can't remember a lot of the details, but I'm usually either the companion -- myself -- or the Doctor, and the adventures have, at least at one point, woke me up with heart thumping, but I'm terrible at remembering dream details).
Today, being the first of March, caused me to change my Doctor Ten calendar at work, and this month the adventure highlighted is "Army of Ghosts"/"Doomsday."
When "Doomsday" first aired, I was floored. It was, at the time, the very best goodbye to a character I'd ever seen. Rose went out as she had come in, fighting hard for the right, and that she was trapped in another dimension was a horrible, tragic accident. There had been several times during the season when I was getting tired of Rose -- she and Ten were at times WAY too cutesy, and I think overall she'd been a far better companion for Nine -- but this had been a fantastic, beautiful way to say goodbye to the character. I thought RTD rocked. Just totally. I was ready for a great ride with Doctor Ten.
But no. RTD couldn't let her go. He had the Doctor spend the next three years mooning around after Rose, and Rose didn't just stay gone. She kept coming back. RTD has said he won't bring Ianto back on Torchwood because it would lessen the impact of Children of Earth; but he never once seemed to care about the destruction of perhaps one of his best stories: Doomsday.
Anyway, I went into Series Three with high hopes. I loved Martha (still do) -- and even more, I loved Donna. But the Long Shadow of Rose would not go away, and RTD either hates his characters tremendously or loves them so much he simply can't LET THEM DIE. Of course we all know the Doctor goes on, but companions don't. They never have. The Doctor has walked away from many, many friends (and yes, has watched at least one die); some have left him, some were taken from him (and the way the Time Lords handled Jaime and Victoria, you'd think he might remember, just a little, about that whole memory thing); but there will always be a new companion. This Doctor who whined and whimpered and kept saying he couldn't have anyone with him, who (pardon the pun) was that? He'd lost companions before, many of them. Some in worse ways than others, but it NEVER stopped him wanting to show the universe to some eager soul, whether it was a Scottish Highlander, his granddaughter, a pair of teachers from the 1960's, a Gallefrean Time Lady, a "math expert" from E-Space, an Australian flight attendant, a botany student, a political exile from the planet Trion, or whoever.
But that's why I agreed with the reviewer who couldn't figure out why (or how, really) RTD managed to take arguably one of the best Doctors in the history of the show and turn him into a whining coward who faced his regeneration with a whimper instead of a shout of triumph.
The Doctor has 1) died of old age; 2) been forced to regenerate; 3) died of spider poisoning; 4) fallen to his death from a radio tower; 5) been poisoned by aliens; 6) attacked by the Rani; 7) shot and stuffed into a morgue freezer; 8) unknown; 9) absorbed the Time Vortex; 10) radiation poisoning. Only at the last did he ever whine about it. Usually he knew he was not really going to die -- he might not always get on with his other selves, but he's always confident he is who he is, the Doctor, and it has never mattered which face he has or what he wore. He was always proud, arrogant, sure of himself, brilliant, overconfident, and always, always compassionate. Never a coward, never a whiner, and never, ever backing down from anything. He's made plenty of bad choices in his time; I'm sure he'll make more. He parted from companions badly, and he's parted amiably. He's irritating, insufferable, and always the Doctor.
I'm very eager to see Doctor Eleven. I can only hope a new producer and some new writers will ease us away from arcs that are more concerned with "cryptic" foreshadowing than with PLOTTING and CHARACTERIZATION. (I would have loved Series Four so much more if we hadn't spent a third of it talking about how everything was going to end. And did it need to permeate ALL the specials? "Your song is ending!" Whine, whine, whine.)
ANYWAY... I'll probably spend the whole month occsionally looking up at the Daleks on my calendar and wondering how it COULD have been without all that idiotic foreshadowing.
At least Series Three has Martha, Jack, and both Blink and Human Nature/Family of Blood.
Ack. Watching Being Human and doing all this pointless thinking about television means I still haven't finished my writer's critiques. I'd better get in gear.