I was hoping to have gotten a little further in the story by now, so that the Master could say this for me in his own bitterly sarcastic, mocking way; however due to the nature of writing, and the nature of real life (which, unfortunately, tends to carry on despite my best efforts to stop it), I will have to say this myself:
Merry Christmas.
The next chapter is currently half-written on my laptop, but it's currently 1:45AM on Christmas morning, and if I attempt to finish this now, I could ruin it. That won't do - this interlude is pretty much the crux of the whole story, and it needs to be as good as I can make it. Much of the Doctor's speech in this interlude has been growing for years in my strange little head.
Ever since The End of Time was first broadcast (I grew up with David Tennant as my first Doctor, and the end of that episode had me - as a tough, angry teenager - in tears for both characters), this story has been evolving, and this scene is one of the first that I began to plan in detail. Of course, I first imagined it taking place with Donna in the place of Jack, but oddly enough I'm beginning to think that Jack really was the better choice (and not just because of the male romance - you'll see what I mean when the chapter is up).
It will now probably be Boxing Day (the 26th to all you non-Brits) before the next chapter is possibly up. I have a pair of young nephews who accidentally leaked to me that their mum has brought me a laser screwdriver for Christmas (I love collecting stuff), and both of them having sonic screwdrivers of their own, they've told me it's my duty tomorrow to chase them around the house all day, laughing manically and trying to shoot them with it.
I really am a big kid at heart.
Have a great day, everyone - whether you have Christmas where you are or not.
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