What Jay & Selina have been up to the last few years…

Jay

Jay has done a detailed post about what he’s been up to, including explaining The Forgotten Lives projects.


The Other Side, Forgotten Lives, Obverse Books (2020)

Cover art by Paul Hanley. Cover design by Cody Schell.

Borrowed Time, Forgotten Lives 2, Obverse Books (2022)

Cover art by John Pearson. Cover design by Cody Schell.

The Other Side & Borrowed Time (reprinted), Forgotten Lives Omnibus HC, Obverse Books (2023)


Who Needs Enemies, Forgotten Lives 3, Obverse Books (2023)

Cover art by Paul Hanley. Cover design by Cody Schell.

Selina

Selina has been struggling to write for a variety of reasons, she is halfway through writing a long overdue novella for Obverse Books. She has been procrastinating by making cards, junk journals and indulging in other crafting. She did manage to get a couple of short stories published:


Diary of Jane Birch (Maid Servant), Other Lives in Samuel Pepys’s Diary: A Collection of Creative Writing inspired by Pepys’s journal of the 1660s, University of Leicester (2022) – Free to Read.

This story came out of a “creative writing workshop run by the ‘Reimagining the Restoration’ project. The workshop introduced members of the public to new research on Pepys’s diary, with a focus on figures from groups that are under-represented in standard historical sources.”

It was an excellent online workshop which inspired me to write this story about Pepys’s maid servant Jane Birch, based on one of the anecdotes in his diary.

Live readings of the stories took place as part of an online event and the writers agreed that the tales should also be made available as a free to read ebook.


Inert, Alight, Dreamland: Other Stories, Black Shuck Books (2021).

Dreamland: Other Stories was shortlisted for the British Fantasy Society Best Anthology Award in 2022.

I was very pleased to have a story in this fabulously weird anthology, alongside some of the best horror/surrealist/sff female-identifying writers around. My story was inspired by a photo I saw of a neon salesman’s sample case circa 1935.

Forgotten No More

Jay writes – Now that we have the Factor Fiction website back up and open for business again, and seeing that we’ve not posted since 2019, I should say something about what I’ve been up to since then. Well, for starters, the pandemic had a massive impact on my writing. For a long time, I just couldn’t put fingers to keyboard on anything beyond the odd social media post. Any creative writing became like pulling teeth, and all my usual strategies to get me writing failed. So, not very much to report, I’m afraid. There’s a lot of projects in process, but incomplete, and not in a place I can talk much about at this stage.

But, in terms of things I’ve written that you could, should you desire, seek out and read, the lion’s share of my fiction is in my involvement with Obverse Books’ Doctor Who-adjacent Forgotten Lives short story anthologies.

Drawn from what was until relatively recently, a single mention in any TV Doctor Who story (1976’s Tom Baker story The Brain of Morbius), the “Morbius Doctors” were a series of eight faces that popped up on screen during a mental battle between Time Lords. When the Doctor is winning, the images are those of Morbius and his past incarnations, but then the tide turns, and Morbius pushes the Doctor back through his past lives. The idea suggests that when you reach the earliest point in their life, they’ll likely die. An interesting conceit, and a good way of reminding viewers of the actors who played the role over the years. All well and good, but Baker becomes Pertwee, Troughton and “the First Doctor”, Hartnell. And keeps going…

The Fourth Doctor matches wits with Morbius, in the Brain of Morbius.

Eight more unfamiliar male Caucasian faces, some bearded, all dressed flamboyantly. It would later turn out that the models for these figures were all members of the production team. Directors, producers and writers, let loose to play dress-up in the BBC wardrobe. No onscreen explanation offered, but the logic of the story is pretty clear. The First Doctor was not first at all. Reconciling that with The Three Doctors, where Hartnell meets his future selves and cries “So there are three of me now!” suggests that the Doctors we’re familiar with do not remember their lives before Hartnell.

Most of the Morbius Doctors, as they appeared onscreen.

Whether the producers had any intent to revisit the idea or intended it just as a bit of fun, no TV story touched the idea with a barge pole until relatively recently with Chris Chibnall’s “Timeless Child” storyline, and Russell T Davies has referred to it again in the most recent series.

Forgotten Lives was born in order to explore what sort of personalities these pre-Hartnell Doctors might have.

Designed to be tonally different, each could be a bit Doctorish at times, but capable of acting very differently. I tend to think of it as the story arc of Daniel Craig in Casino Royale. At first, very unlike Bond, but as he goes, we see him becoming more familiar, and the soundtrack reinforces it with little stings of the Bond theme at appropriate moments.

Those of us who were chosen to embody these new incarnations had certain strictures placed upon us. Things that weren’t revealed in the show until later couldn’t be used, so while the Doctor’s homeworld could appear, we couldn’t call it Gallifrey, for example. All we had to go on was one or two still photographs of the “actors” in costume and the order in which the incarnations fell. Knowing who they were (such as Producer Philip Hinchcliffe and Script Editor Robert Holmes), there were interviews and promotional appearances to draw on if we wanted to. The actors cast as the Doctor have always added elements of their own personality to their portrayal, so it made sense to me to add little bits of Robert Holmes’ personality into the mix for my 7th Morbius Doctor. For starters, he absolutely had to be a pipe smoker. I wanted my Doctor to be a lone wolf. Doctor Who meets John Le Carre, if you will, he’s an intergalactic spy, an agent on behalf of his people (something the Doctor has done at times), but entirely against his wishes. If he was ever an idealist, service has soured him, much as it did to Alec Leamas in The Spy Who Came in From the Cold. As much as he’s working to fulfil his mission, he’s working towards escape from servitude too. In the promotion we did for Forgotten Lives, I was asked to use three words to describe the Holmes Doctor. I said “Ten. Steps. Ahead.”

Parallel to the writing of our Forgotten Lives stories, artist Paul Hanley was producing portraits of the Morbius Doctors, and I was lucky enough to have his interpretation of the Holmes Doctor and his glorious TARDIS console room design to look at while I was investing life into the character, so I could incorporate elements I particularly liked into my story. It made perfect sense to combine efforts and so Paul’s wonderful likenesses became part of the first volume, both interior and as the cover artwork. I’m especially chuffed that HolmesDoc is front and centre on the cover and the Doctors are all in “my” TARDIS.

Cover art by Paul Hanley. Cover design by Cody Schell. The Holmes Doctor front and centre in the blue cape.

Because of BBC copyright, doing anything with these characters has always been the province of fan writers, so the Forgotten Lives books were done as strictly limited editions, with profits going to Alzheimers charities. The book sold well and was warmly received. Those who contributed stories leapt at the chance to tell another, and so Forgotten Lives 2 came about, and then a hardback collection of books 1 and 2. And still, we weren’t quite done. Some time later, editor Phil Purser-Hallard had an overarching story idea for Forgotten Lives 3, and asked if we had one more story to tell that would fit within the frame?

To begin with, I wasn’t at all sure that I did. I’d jumped at the chance to write the regeneration story for my Doctor. I had a very strong vision for how I thought his end would come, and story threads I wanted to pay off, so I didn’t want anyone else to do it. Bad enough if they did it “wrong” (insofar as how I see it), but worse if their idea was better…

Certainly, the Holmes Doctor would have an important place in the Forgotten Lives 3 story, not least because of his position as the penultimate incarnation, but as the Cold Warrior, his incarnation would make sense to be the one in the big third act battle with all the fireworks. The more I thought about it, the more pieces slotted into place. I looked at what I’d done before with the character, which tropes of spy fiction I’d employed and which ones I hadn’t. I drew from John Le Carre for the first story: The Other Side. The second one, as the last Holmes Doctor story, I wanted to go bigger and more cosmic, so Ian Fleming informed the themes of Borrowed Time. For my final (to date) story: Who Needs Enemies, I looked to Len Deighton for inspiration. I’ve made no attempt to pastiche the authors’ writing styles, just imbued some of the concerns that they wrote about into the mix.

I don’t think I have any more tales of the Robert Holmes Doctor to tell, but I’ve said that before!

Since Forgotten Lives 3 was published, Doctor Who has returned to television again with the second age of Russell T Davies and the Fourteenth and Fifteenth Doctors. And again, the Morbius Doctors have made a brief appearance. Another artist, Raine Schramski has been working her way through a series of painted portraits of each incarnation. I’ve seen the (already amazing) “rough sketches” that have been published, and enjoying the unveiling of each finished portrait. I’ve a little while to wait until mine takes his turn in the light. So for an idea that started as a bit of fun in a single episode of 1976 Doctor Who, the Morbius Doctors have walked a long road. Forgotten Lives? Forgotten no more, I guess!

At the time of writing, while the print editions are long gone, you can still buy ebook copies of all three volumes from the Obverse Books site and support a good cause while you’re at it. “Chin-chin!”

Remembering Terry Wiley: Independents Day by Dave McKinnon

Dave McKinnon & Terry Wiley

Photo courtesy of Dave McKinnon & Gary Spencer-Millidge

We asked Dave about his memories of the Independents Days events, as we knew he and Terry had taken part in them in the early days of publishing Sleaze Castle.

SO MANY things to talk about my time with Terry:
daft antics at University…
working on the SF Soc magazine …
after Uni, EVEN MORE daft antics with the Goon Show Preservation Society (disrupting and upsetting the “old guard” with our radical  ideas)…
Alcohol was consumed (but not by Terry)
Terry writing and performing – notably, a pitch-perfect monologue in the style of Ronnie Barker…
us meticulously editing cut-up audio cassette montages…
randomly falling into unprompted unrehearsed “sketches” – I particularly remember the pair of us spontaneously ‘becoming’ Gilbert and George at a party at Bryan Talbot’s house….

but I’ve been asked to recall

Independents Day – 1 and 2 and the Cerebus Spirits of Independence tour

Through Mark and Stephen at Page 45, we managed to piggyback onto a UK tour they’d arranged for the CEREBUS team of Dave Sim and Gerhard – each stop had guest local creators, and we got the Newcastle gig.

There we were: Dave Sim, Ger, with me and Terry right next to them – seemingly sketching, signing and selling as many books as they were!! I mostly recall, however, being horribly nervous and babbling babbling babbling non-stop. God knows what they must have thought of me. Terry, of course, just quietly got on with doing great drawings. Needless to say, alcohol was consumed (but not by Terry).

On the back of that, Page 45 later ran a couple of promotional events – the Independents Days. Amazingly, despite our (my) bad behaviour, we were invited to both.

The first was upstairs in the store – Terry and I, Donna Barr, Roberta Gregory, Gary Spencer Millidge, Paul Grist(?)… as well as a gathering of various notable UK small-pressers in unofficial capacities. My first recollection was of being HORRIBLY HORRIBLY late – we got stuck in traffic for the Nottingham Goose Fair. Cue several panicked, stressed phone-calls to the store – who had an increasingly impatient
queue out of the door and down the street…

A massive day of sales and new contacts. Donna Barr storming down the street, declaiming “Lead! Follow! or Get Out Of The Way” Alcohol was consumed (but not by Terry). During the day Terry and I came down with some sort of hideous throat lurgy, which we managed to pass on. By the end of the day, we could barely talk (or breathe!) – there’s a photo somewhere of me, Terry, Donna, and Roberta slumped against each other in a Nottingham Street – “the sick people of comix”

The following year, ID2 – hugely expanded and relocated to a Nottingham hotel. Me and Terry, and a roomful of UK indie comix greats … and Dave Sim and Gerhard again, from Canada. Another massive day, with great exposure for all of us.

This ended with The Night Of The “Big Tab” – Dave and Ger hosted us all in the hotel bar, saying just to put anything we wanted ON THE BIG TAB. MUCH alcohol was consumed. Terry drank coke, wafted cigarette smoke away, and put up with our rowdy behaviour.

The next day, whilst I groaned and pushed my breakfast around my plate, Terry cheerfully tried to explain Vic and Bob’s Shooting Stars (particularly “The Dove From Above” to an absolutely baffled and very hung-over Dave Sim and Gerhard. I eventually sobered up enough to drive home at about tea-time.

happy times. happy times.

Dave McKinnon, September 13th, 2018