|Technically, I'm still a newbie to "Doctor Who"; my very first encounter with it was when "The Girl in the Fireplace" aired in the US, sometime in mid-October of 2006. I admit I was worried when I watched it at first; I'd heard about the telephone box and the alien thing, and I had vague memories of something about a scarf, but when I saw Rose and Mickey I thought "Oh, hell! He's going to have teenage assistants, and then it'll be all 'gosh, Doctor! Gee whiz!'" I admit, I shuddered at the idea.|
Rose and Mickey proved themselves to me within an episode or two. The Doctor, however, had me from "I didn't want to say 'magic door.'"
Currently, I write Ten, Nine, and Four fiction, as those are my favorite Doctors. I ship Ten/Rose and Four/Leela (I'll wait a moment while you stare at me oddly), and even go by the name "Leela" among friends, thanks to my habit of suspecting everybody of trying to pull a fast one on me. The fandom has come over me like a very enjoyable plague; I've sewn a replica of Four's scarf for a friend of mine, and I'm making a Leela costume for future convention usage. I have ambitions of becoming a professional writer, so I use my fanfic as a testing ground for ideas I'm fond of.
In my work, you will find mostly humor, enough action/adventure to glue the plot together, and romance. I am a devotee of the Happy Ending, and I enjoy parodying songs and poking fun at cliches. I've taken a few tentative stabs at heavy drama, but I can't guarantee anything; if you want a heart-rending tale, then you'd best look elsewhere. Here be only Jelly Babies and Little Edible Ball Bearings.