Last night’s episode of Grimm featured an interesting story – one I’ve been writing, off and on, since 2008.
I don’t have a twin sister, my father isn’t manic-depressive, and my mother didn’t leave me when I was eight, but the main character in Rainbow Rowell’s FANGIRL was so familiar that after reading late into the night, I reached for my Kindle as soon as I woke up in the morning to finish reliving my first year of college through Cath Avery.
The new year is almost upon us, and I’ve neglected this blog for far too long. When I last left off, I was an old woman with shingles – I’m still an old woman, but fortunately the shingles has passed. Since then I went to a Time Lord Ball dressed as a lizard woman from the dawn of time, held a Whovian birthday party, and sold geeky ornaments at a craft faire. All topics I meant to blog about in depth, all stuck solidly in the past.
How do you send a message to a conglomerate that produces things you love alongside things you hate?
The ‘Little Convention That Could’ gets the best buzz as women and girls are given a safe space to share old passions and discover new ones.
Instead of songs about bad relationships or drug use, they write geek music about Pokemon and Star Trek.
With ‘Broadchurch: America’ on the horizon, we can probably expect more innocent British dramas to be dragged across the ocean for incomplete makeovers.