OOC: OH, Writing

And, suddenly, having already written up an entire draft, I'm wondering if John wouldn't have been a conscientious objector. And would you run towards or away from your dream-opposite, if you knew they were out there, on the field of battle?

On the other hand, the Doctor's notorious for running *towards* trouble.

And if something haunted you your entire life, wouldn't you want to confront it, if the possibility presented itself?

HRM.

Of course, I can always go back and write an alternate version, for conscientious-objector-dom.

On the other other hand, I feel like John might be like Handy. I.e., my other self may have already made these mistakes, but that other's not me, and I have to make them for *myself* if *I'm* going to move on.

Writing, like everything else in life, comes with second and third and fourth thoughts attached.

Meme: Photo Meme

Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair--just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture.

( I WASN'T READY YET. Last time I let the TARDIS choose the shot. )

Fic: "War to End Wars," Part Fünf

'Verse: Personal canon.
Words: 604.
Prompt: Just me.

In my personal alternate universe canon thingie, the Doctor never reclaimed his human half in the equivalent of the "Human Nature" eps. So John Smith got to live his own, entirely mortal life. This is part five of a long story I've got drafted and am writing up this week, on how that life might have gone.

Also, please imagine the sound of me tearing my hair out trying to whip this part into shape. It is still so not right. Dammit.

Part one is here, part two here,, part three here, and part four here.


He had expected to shy from the trenches, the guns and the fighting, to find himself daydreaming at the wrong moments, to drop his rifle the instant they handed it to him, to languish and misstep and fall behind.

( Instead, he flourished. )

Part six is here.