The Doctor is in!

Last night I, like many other geeks, tuned into the return of Doctor Who. It was a big episode, with a new companion, a new Big Bad, and a new Tardis. Rather than review the episode (I enjoyed it immensely), here are just some random thoughts on the episode:

• ROCKET CYCLE!!!

• Jenna Louise Coleman has really made an impression on me as the new companion. First off I think she’s got a certain energy to her performance that can match Matt Smith’s manic doctor. Plus their chemistry is palpable. I’ve never been one to want the Doctor and his companions to hook up, but in this case, I would be willing to make an exception. 

• Something about the opening and the London setting reminded me a bit of Steven Moffat’s other great series Sherlock. England has always been in the Doctor’s DNA and last night’s episode really had that on display (it reminded me as well of Skyfall, where London was practically a character of the story). 

• The reveal at the end of the Big Bad (I won’t spoil it) was a nice surprise. Is this the set up for the 50th anniversary? I have to admit his previous appearance hadn’t really struck me as memorable, but I will be interested in seeing where they go with it. 

• ROCKET CYCLE!!!!!

• Is it just me or does anyone else look forward to what I anticipate to be a catty first meeting between Clara and River Song?

I haven’t written anything for a while. Years in fact. I am hoping to change that. 

I used to write all the time. I mean in 5th Grade I wrote a whole play! A mystery, to be precise, set on an English estate. Reading it back, it’s hilariously bad, but I remember being so proud of it. The teacher had it bound up and it was on display for parent night. I still have it, sitting on top of my bookshelf. 

I used to write stories and scripts. I studied English in college. I wrote for my college newspaper. Then I moved to New York and soon my passion for writing began to disappear. 

I always thought that it just faded away, that it was a childhood pursuit that I lost interest in as I grew older. But lately I have begun to question this. I wonder now if the reason is because I was drinking my passion away. 

A year and a half ago I was forced to face the reality that I was an alcoholic. When I did, I had to accept responsibility and shame for many actions in my life that I am not proud of. I had to deal with repairing damage to friendships. I had to focus on becoming a sober person. That’s not as easy as you may think. 

But it hasn’t been all pain and revelations. I spent a lot of time relearning to enjoy life and all the entertainment New York City has to offer. I drove across the country and back, seeing America like I had always dreamed of doing. I recently became the proud owner of a young puppy that has taught me how to love something unconditionally. 

It’s in this that I have started to wonder if writing was something that didn’t disappear, but was submerged. If now that I am sober, that passion can be rekindled. I am unsure yet. This is the first thing I have written and I have mixed feelings about it. Its a start, anyway. That’s the important thing. 

So I will be trying to get back on here more, and working on writing some more for myself. Maybe it will come back, maybe its gone forever. I hope it is still there within me, just waiting to come back. I will be very curious to see what comes of all of this.