Wordsmithing: Dr Who Christmas Special

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Exclusive DOCTOR WHO 2011 Xmas Special Trailer

I’m on a countdown to Christmas, possibly for all the wrong reasons.

First, I love to sing carols in a venue with serious height and amazing acoustics.

Second, I love being the one in charge of washing up pots and drinking bubbly while the household’s version of Master Chef demands magic from raw ingredients.

Third, I can’t wait for the Dr Who Christmas Special to air.

Dr Who on Christmas Day?

Magic.

WHAT ARE THEY TEACHING YOU IN SCHOOL, THESE DAYS?

Time Lord wisdom #1: Panthers are terrifying.

Time Lord wisdom #2: There’s no such thing as foretelling.

Time Lord wisdom #3: Doors are irresistible.

Inside info says to watch out for “Matt Smith and a smile that will smash your heart to pieces.”

APART FROM THE SERIOUS, WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS CHRISTMAS?

RETURN: YA Paranormal Romance

I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Exclusive DOCTOR WHO 2011 Xmas Special Trailer