Other Worlds

Okay, so it wasn’t only acting in a sell-out comedy sketch show that has prevented me from adding to my blog since February the 27th (oh dear, hadn’t realised it had been quite so long…) I’ve become totally hooked on fan fiction, again. It all began when I was twelve. I blame my mother. I’d started reading the Chalet School series by Elinor Brent Dyer after I’d inherited ’Mary Lou at the Chalet School’ from my Grandma. She’s listed as one of my favourite authors, and the series is in my favourite books - she wrote the first in 1925, and the last was published posthumously in 1970. 58 books altogether in hardback, 62 in paperback for reasons that are too longwinded to go into.

I became addicted to them (there’s a recurring theme here) and despite feeling relieved that there were a lot to get through after finishing all six Malory Towers books in just over a week, I wanted more. So mum suggested I wrote my own story. The result was one of the worst things I’ve ever written called ‘Murder at the Chalet School’. Nearly everyone died, and the ones that were left at the end consoled themselves with a nice cup of tea.

It was however the start of many more to come. And the stories I wrote did get better. I moved on to Casualty, then X Files, Star Trek Voyager and Homicide: Life on the Street. One of my best ever efforts is a cross over story between the latter three TV shows, written between myself and one of my best friends who was as obsessed as I was. In fact, if I’m going to be blaming people, I’ll blame her for getting me stuck on Homicide and Voyager in the first place. I’ll take responsibility for the X Files. David Duchovny was irresistible to a teenager.

And now after a few years gap, the urge to write fan fic is back. This time as I’ve mentioned before, it’s CSI New York.
One of the best things on TV, and with such great characters, I just had to borrow them and write about them. Now suddenly it’s become a little world in itself. There’s a great online community of people who feel the same and who share their stories. You post a story, people review. You read a story, you review. It’s great. I’ve had such wonderful and thoughtful comments from people. That alone is addictive, checking to see if you have any more reviews. Checking to see if another author has posted up a new chapter. I just have to keep a grip on Real Life which cannot be ignored.