Hello everyone! It’s springtime – well, most of the time. Today it’s rainy around here, so it looks like it’s gonna be another indoors weekend.
Yesterday, we (I) celebrated 10 years of NuWho – yup, Chris Ecclestone’s 9th Doctor first graced British TVs 10 years ago. Wow. I’ve only jumped on the train three or so years ago and it’s already been one hell of a ride. (meanwhile, yesterday it was also announced that Downton Abbey will see only one more season, but I can’t yet talk about that – too many feels)
So what better piece to publish for today than the sonnet I wrote for Nika Harper’s WordPlay in November 2013, shortly before the Doctor’s 50th anniversary. The original post can still be found on the Geek & Sundry forums and I didn’t dare work on it, because as you all know I kind of suck at poetry with strict rules.
Hello everyone, welcome to spring! (at least in this part of the world) Today’s piece is a Doctor Who fanfic, but at least the first part can be read as a standalone.
A few words on the piece’s genesis: I guess everything started with this blog post by manga scholar/expert Matt Thorn in which he explains why he thinks comic creators who don’t work in Japan can’t call themselves mangaka or manga artist, or even their product manga. I see his point and would tend to agree, although at the end of the day, I don’t care much about labels on a book – if the story and the drawings are good you can call it poop and I’ll still buy it (not that you should call it poop).
Well, it seems like the post (and the ensuing Twitter conversation) left an impression on me, and coupled with the preparations for my visit to Leipzig Book Fair this weekend, it produced a dream last night. Yes, this story is based on a dream: a girls’ manga superstar is at the fair, giving a Q&A and signing books. I ask her whether she isn’t proud of all the things she has achieved and she’s like “Nah, I hate it.” Later the day, she refuses to have her latest artbook translated because she wants to be free. Curiously, she still gets a ton of money (dream logic…)
The moment I woke up, I realized: that woman needs help. She needs a doctor–the Doctor!
(And by the way, what I write in this piece about manga production is what’s actually happening in Japan, I’m not making this up.)