'The Stolen Earth' and 'Journey's End'

Last night Prime played the two parter season finale of Dr Who season 4 back to back. OMGOMGOMG!!! It was so exciting, I spent 2 hrs 20mins bouncing off the freaking walls!

I feel a bit cheated in that I didn't get the original experience of having to wait a week to find out what happened with the regeneration. Instead, I and my fellow Kiwi Whovians only had to wait the duration of an ad break. Not nearly enough suspense.

I am aware that there were plot holes big enough to drive a truck through, but who cares? I'm certainly not going to dwell on them. It's the feel of the story, the silly excitement, that did it for me. That pure, unbridled craziness which is what I love best about the new Dr Who.

Conundrum

It's odd, but ever since I started studying for the Diploma in Publishing, I have written very little. Fiction, blog posts, emails, diary entries . . . they have all suffered. Yet lethargy is not the cause. I have been quite diligent this year in getting my course work done (especially in contrast to my study habits at Uni).

Publishing is another form of creative output for me. It takes the place of writing in that it satiates that need I have to make things, to produce some quantifiable output of my labours.

Is this a good thing? For such a long time, I have longed to better my writing, but now I am putting that dream on hold to help other people's writing find its way into the world. How can I consider that undesirable? I don't think I can.