Trust Me, I Love the Doctor

Writerly Friends, we often chat about the books that influenced our writing, and how much we love the authors who wrote them.

But we don't often talk about the things that nurtured our imaginations. What made you -- young, not-yet writerly you -- long to spend hours inventing people and worlds only you could see? What made you want to share those people and worlds, realistic or not, with others?

It may have been a book:

But it may just as well have been something else.

Meet my something else:

Tom Baker played Doctor Who from 1974 to 1981 --
from the time I was five, until I was twelve.

I met the Doctor on my own childhood travels to visit my English grandparents. They lived in the Old Rectory, a big old Tudor house in a small Nottingham village. It was another world from the suburbs of Manhattan, where I was growing up.

I loved watching the children's programming on British TV. So different from Sesame Street and Electric Company. And what a treat it was when Doctor Who came on!

Usually, our visits to England lasted a few weeks. Because the original episodes were shown in installments, I almost never got to see a full story arc. I was always entering in the middle of a time-traveling adventure, and rarely saw how the Doctor saved the day.

The Doctor and Romana are in trouble again.

Back at home, my father was a huge Star Trek buff. And there was Star Wars, of course, which we went to see one Mother's Day without Mom (who was treated to a kid-free afternoon). But I always wondered about the Doctor.

Doctor Who's monsters scared me out of my wits, but it was a delicious kind of scary. To travel anywhere and any time--isn't that what authors get to do? (Find a full list of Who monsters here.)

Then, when I was in my late teens, PBS began showing Doctor Who late on weekend nights.

There was an off-season trip to the beach with my neighborhood friend, Liz. Fittingly, dishy Fifth Doctor Peter Davison was battling seaweedy monsters, the Silurians and the Sea Devils, on TV. We were alone at Liz's beach condo and the slithery aliens made the howling storm outside extra spooky.

http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Sea_Devil

By the time I went to college, I knew I wanted to be a writer. And at NYU's Dramatic Writing Program, I found my first fellow Whovians.

It became a ritual. Roommate date night was Friday, 11 PM, just me, Jenna, Pam and the Doctor. Sometimes my friend Diana joined us. PBS took us through the end of Tom Baker's reign, all the Peter Davison episodes, skipped right over Colin Baker (I know, right?), and ended with Seventh Doctor Sylvester McCoy.

After Sylvester McCoy's era, Doctor Who
was cancelled for several years.

There's a lot of Who to love, but one of my all-time favorite episodes is "Enlightenment," featuring my favorite Doctor, Peter Davison. 

You may recognize Peter Davison,
who also played Tristan inAll Creatures Great and Small.

The TARDIS (Doctor Who's time traveling machine), has landed on an 18th century sailing ship, or so it seems. The ship turns out to be on a race through space, captained by immortal beings.

What attracted me to Doctor Who, and still does -- even when the cheesy monsters make me scream at the telly -- is its inventiveness.

Racnoss, more silly than scary.

The basic story is bare bones (despite modern Who's attempts to give the character more back story and complicated emotions):

a brilliant time traveler takes his ship through history and the universe in search of adventure. His unflinching morals make him dangerous to humans, and to aliens, who oppress others.

Add monsters, add explosions, add the occasional Queen Elizabeth sighting, and you have a platform for endless imagination.

This Saturday was Doctor Who's 50th Anniversary. My 13-year-old daughter has fallen in love with the modern iteration of Doctor Who. Matt Smith is her man...

because bow ties are cool...

but the girl appreciates a good classic episode, especially if it features companion Sarah Jane.

(Some of my favorite modern Who episodes are "Blink" -- weeping angels are truly horrifying--, "The Impossible Astronaut," and "The Girl in the Fireplace.")

So, there were we on Monday night, sitting in the local movie theater, watching the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Special on the jumbo screen. The audience was packed with fez-wearing, long-scarf-wrapped fans and their sonic screwdrivers.

We had a blast. 

Writerly Friends, the human imagination is a beautiful thing. It has created fifty years worth of monsters, adventures, and stories -- and that's just one television show.

Our boundless imagination is what keeps the good Doctor coming back to our backward planet.

But it's also what keeps me, and probably you too, plugging away at our stories. Doctor Who reminds me that the well of the imagination is deep. And for that, I am truly thankful.

http://www.sfx.co.uk/2013/03/07/official-bbc-three-day-doctor-who-50th-anniversary-event-for-november/

Amok in Writing Prompts

There are three feet of snow on the ground here in Central Maryland. We're expecting two more feet overnight. Since we're stuck at home anyway, let's get writing.

Check out 365 Pictures/Prompts for a daily photo to get your creative writing juices flowing. The site has photos paired with a question, "short paragraph to encourage inner exploration," or a story starter.

I made my own photo prompt to share with you today.

 

I was walking through the New Hampshire woods with my friend Jennie Steinhauser, when something caught my eye. A flash of blue in a moss-covered tree stump. A closer look -- it's a baby doll tucked into a hole in the stump.

Your writing prompt for the day...tell a story (or write a poem) about who put the doll in the tree stump and why. Faeries returning an enchanted child? A kid who's too old for toys, but can't bear to throw the doll away? Or tell the doll's story. What has it observed from its tree stump?

Enjoy and happy writing.