GUEST POST - Thank You, Doctor Who! -

Over the course of the next few weeks/months/years/centuries (delete as applicable), I will be letting people guest-blog and be interviewed on this very site. Maybe. Or maybe not. And to start this brand new series that may or may not actually become a series is Mrs Evil herself, Tricia Hayes, who has written a rather sweet little piece about how Doctor Who led her to love. It isn't for the cold-hearted, as there is romance involved. It also highlights just how much Doctor Who can mean totally different things to different people. Everybody has their own unique relationship with the show, which is why there are such a diverse range of fans out there, and a massive variety of opinions and theories on the show. And that is brilliant.

But anyway, without further ado, here is my amazing girlfriend, talking about stuff. Enjoy!

The first episode of Doctor Who I saw was 'Rise of the Cybermen'. I didn't see it on its' original broadcast, but a few years later when BBC 3 started showing repeats of the television show that would change my life, in a way I never could have imagined.

I had seen the Paul McGann TV movie a few years before and had enjoyed that, so I'm not sure why I didn't watch the series when it returned in 2005. Then again, I guess everybody discovers Doctor Who in their own way! Anyhow, I started watching regularly from the repeats of 'Rise of the Cybermen and 'The Age of Steel' onwards, and it had me right from the opening credits. I started watching whenever I could, and the DVD Files helped me build up my knowledge of the earlier episodes I had missed, and fill in the gaps. I have been a fan ever since.

By now, I had seen four actors in the role of the Time Lord known only as the Doctor. McGann, Eccleston, Tennant, and Smith, but what about the other seven before them? Soon enough, I would get to experience stories from Doctor Who's past, as my life changed unexpectedly. Here is how it happened....

I joined Facebook in February 2012. I had never bothered or thought about it before, but it was the curiosity of signing up to the site that led me to a Doctor Who Page, and caused a series of events that would spiral out of control. I can't remember the name of the page I liked, but on it were lots of people moaning and complaining about various aspects of the show. And then, amongst all that, there was a lovely, positive comment from this chap called Cory John Eadson. It was so nice to see somebody with such an optimistic attitude, and I decided, rather nervously, to send him a friend request.

We became friends on Facebook in March, and if you are wondering how my life has changed since then, well, in just under four weeks time we will be celebrating our 10-month anniversary together as boyfriend and girlfriend. I live in Ireland at the moment, but I am writing this in a notepad in England, sat on Cory's bed surrounded by his amazing Doctor Who collection.

Doctor Who has changed my life in a way that I could never have imagined. It introduced me to my very own Time Lord, Cory John Eadson. I would never have thought, sitting down to watch 'Rise of the Cybermen', that a few years later I would be sitting in a different country with the love of my life. In fact, the very first time we met physically was when Matt Smith returned in 'Asylum of the Daleks', the first episode we watched together.

It is through Cory that I have a fondness for 'classic' Doctor Who. I was inspired to watch 'Remembrance of the Daleks' at home by Cory, and afterwards we had a little chat about it. He also had a star letter printed in Doctor Who Magazine, an article on Season 6B published in a fanzine (and HERE), and had done a great many short stories based on the Doctor, all of which deepened my interest for the old series. One of Cory's stories involved Eight regenerating into Nine in a different and original way to what actually is believed to have happened, and it was a beautiful piece that really fired up my imagination.

Cory has taken me on a great adventure through time and space, introducing me to every Doctor I hadn't seen before, many amazing episodes, and telling me things about the making of the show that I never knew.

Me and Cory have also had a great many adventures of our own, away from the escapades of the TARDIS, and I know we will continue to have them for Evermore. We might have met through Doctor Who, but it is because of us that our relationship is so strong, because of us that we are in love.

I am fond of Doctor Who, but I am in love with my Cory John Eadson. And I will be, forevermore.

Tricia Hayes, January 2012

 

 

'Self-Destructive Love Poems for the Sanely Challenged' - A Q & A Session

My debut poetry anthology, Self-Destructive Love Poems for the Sanely Challenged, is out now. I had an idea of maybe discussing the anthology and some of its' concepts, so I asked readers and writers on the brilliant forum vanessafinaughtybooks.co.za/ to pose some questions to me. I told them to ask me anything about the process of writing the anthology, opinions and views, and even a little bit about where some of my inspiration came from.

Here are the questions, and the answers, in three parts!

You can purchase the anthology right here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/232615#download

 

PART ONE

 

PART TWO

 

 

PART THREE

 

 

 

 

Gone - A Poem

Stalking the shadows,

I make love to the night.

Worshipping the black,

The darkness is my guide.

Sharp shards of my dreams

Cut deep into my mind,

I'm trying to forget

The hope that I can't find.

Hope bleeds from my heart,

As I reach your frozen self.

A solid memory from my past,

That left me when I fell.

Illuminated by

The big yellow moon,

I stroke your empty face

Like ivy strokes a tomb.

“Sorry...” tumbles out,

A few times, I say it.

But like stones upon glass,

The word has no effect.

Then I close my eyes,

And tell you I was wrong,

But I find that I'm too late,

For when I look again,

You're gone....

I Love You - A Poem

A challenge set by Bernadette ( http://bernadette-davies.blogspot.co.uk/ ) to write something 'warm and fuzzy'. This was the best I could do.

I thought I was a lost soul

Drifting down the River Styx,

With pennies placed upon my eyes,

And hands bound tight with garlic.

But before I reach Charon,

A whisper intervenes.

A voice from far away,

Intangible, like a dream.

Not just the voice of an Angel,

A dream that I can wake from.

I know you're really out there somewhere,

My Love, My Soul Mate, The One.

I tear away the garlic,

And throw the pennies from my eyes.

I change the destination -

"To Hell with Hades!" I cry.

I leave the Underworld behind,

Alive, ecstatic, invigorated.

Emerging out a brand new man -

My heart, of course, reanimated.

And then I see you standing there,

Waiting in an evergreen field.

Blossoming like a purple rose -

My soul has now been healed.

We hug, and my mind explodes,

Erupting with euphoric bliss!

And how my stomach swirls with glee

When, at last, we kiss.

Rainbows in my bright blue eyes,

The sun as radiant as I feel.

Me and you, together in Eden,

Knowing our fate is sealed.

You rescued me from torment,

And proved that you are true.

All I have to say is this,

My Rose - "I Love You."

 © Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012 

The Pain I Feel Makes Me Love You Even More (You Be The Rose, I'll Be The Shade) - A Poem

Sprawled out in the sun

Like a pretty little coffin

(With dainty purple roses

Painted on the sides),

You wait for me to dig a hole

Six foot deep and six foot wide,

Where we can lie forever -

As the rest of the world goes by.

But my fingers can't grace

Your furnished, well-kept surface -

Death just out of reach,

My willing burial denied.

I ache from trying to touch you -

A futile attempt at an impossible connection.

And yet somewhere in this shade of grey,

Must lurk an answer to my pain.

Indeed, I shan't rest until I've stolen

All the colour from your eyes,

Like you stole the love from my heart.

I can't let you go alone -

To lie, solitary, my Purple Rose,

Without this Black Shade to veil you.

And I can't let you make me cry,

Because beneath my make-up

Is nothing, nothing at all.

There's only one way

To drive this Shadow from my soul -

Me and you together,

Buried, and whole.

© Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012 

A Poem Without The Letter 'e'

Your soul is a labyrinth
With all its’ twists and turns.
Corridors spiral out of control,
Branching out wildly:
As irrational as that driving warmth burning within.

Passion is my guiding light
Through your multifarious shafts,
As my mission draws to its' conclusion.
I know, soon, that our spirits will link
In harmony, blossoming....always.

Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012