An Ending Achieved
Back in December 2009, I embarked on what I had planned to be a short literary romp of sorts: Writing a fan fiction story where the lead character of the British television show Doctor Who crossed paths with the lead character of the American television show House, M.D.. I was feeling a bit wistful for the lighter side of David Tennant’s portrayal of the alien time traveller known as the Doctor, being as the character was tackling serious matters in his universe at that time. At the same time, I was also enjoying seeing a lighter side of the normally acerbic – yet brilliant – medical doctor Gregory House. As portrayed by British actor Hugh Laurie, the character was at that time being afforded some happier, hopeful storylines in his fictional world. So it seemed like a good time to bring the two characters together for a fun Christmas adventure. I figured I would be done in a couple of chapters, and that would be, well, that.
Except it wasn’t. Because the story grew a bit bigger than I thought it would. And naming a new alien race is hard. (I still thank my husband for his help over that particular hurdle.) And when writing about two well-known and well-loved characters, I felt a fair bit of pressure to not mess it up, to stay true to them and their well-storied worlds. So as I hit tough spots in the story and/or in life, I would tuck the story away, pick away at it, post another chapter, and have a vague plan of one day bringing the story to its completion. And I may well have continued down that go-nowhere-fast road were it not for an online writing group I am a part of where I made myself accountable to getting the story done before yet another year had drawn to a close. They let me rant, cheered me on, and helped me get the last chapter wrapped up.
So that is how I found myself in the early evening of Saturday, July 1st, 2017 posting the fourth and final chapter (with edits to the previous three chapters) of A Tale of Two Doctors . A mere 7-1/2 (ish) years after I began. And, oh, what a feeling! I think I was visibly giddy for the next two hours. I was lighter, brighter inside knowing I had finished a story with which I had wrestled and struggled and had been ready to give up on many a day. Even as I know the story itself is not flawless, and as I hope to always be learning and improving as a writer, I am still proud of this piece because I persisted. I finished. And oh, the good things that brings, this ending achieved.