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:
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.
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.
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.
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…
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
Leicester Central Library, Bishop Street, Leicester LE1 6AA
A panel discussion with Jay Eales, Selina Lock and James Worrad from The Speculators., a Leicester writing group. We will cover writing fan fiction, short stories, novels, comics & short films.
May turned into a very busy month for us with lots of events with some kind of creative connection…
First off was a visit to The Lakes with friends from The Speculators writing group. No writing was done, but we did lots of sight-seeing of writing-related places.
Writers in the rain – at Wordsworth’s favourite writing spot.
Applied Comics Network Event – information, educational & factual comics.
We both did readings at the latest Fox Bites event, which is a Leicester event for writers to read 5 minutes extracts of their work in a relaxed atmosphere in a local cafe. Organised by the lovely Adele (aka Aunty Fox) of Fox Spirit Books.
Jay entertains the audience with a sci-fi tale.
Jay read his short story Spare Change, which originally appeared in Murky Depths. While I read Once in a Blue Moon, a piece of flash fiction I wrote for the event.
The others writers who read were:
Daniel Ribot (author of Vampsov 1938) read his short story A Gentleman’s Agreement.
Marianne Whiting read an extract from her Viking novel Sheildmaiden.
Carol Leeming read an extract from her choreopoem – The Loneliness of the the Long Distance Diva.
Selina talks ancient hearts.
Mayapee Chowdhury read a short story from her collection Embarrassing Siblings, Playground Taunts and other Growing Pains.
I went on a rather different creative jaunt during for the second Bank Holiday weekend, as I went on a sewing retreat. It was good fun and I learnt lots of new crafting techniques…
Fruits of my sewing labours.
May is being rounded-off with Jay busy working on a short story and a Speculators critiquing session this weekend.
Twelve stories of supermen, cops, Mysterymen, samurai and private eyes from the likes of Kim Newman, Rod Rees, Tony Richards and more … thrilling tales of pure Pulp Adventure.
“Jawohl, mein Kapitan.” Carol gave a Hitler salute, with a mocking grin.
Rather than the desired effect of lightening the mood, Kristian’s expression grew grave.
“Indulge me.” He looked at Carol seriously, as though he was about to tell her the cat had been run over. Carol sighed, and played the game, rattling through the rules by rote, just as Kristian had relayed them to her: “No smoking. No drinking. No swearing. I thought this was supposed to be fun?”
“It better be. It cost me a packet to ship that crate all the way from Lapland.”
“I’d have been happy with a week at Centerparcs.”
“I can take you to Centerparcs any time of year! Where’s your Christmas spirit?”
“Under lock and key in the drinks cabinet until after Twelfth Night, apparently…”
“If you think my dad will stop smoking those evil Christmas Cuban cigars of his just because of some rules you’ve made up, you don’t know him as well as you should.”
“I didn’t make the rules. Rare Exports Incorporated do. I had to sign a contract before they’d even agree to let me buy one.”
“In… blood?”
“Might as well have been. I felt they’d charged me a pound of flesh. But, it’ll be worth it. This is gonna be the best Christmas ever, babes. Trust me. It’s all for you. Your dad will understand. Tell him we’re not smoking in the house any more, or something.”
“Careful, tiger! Isn’t lying on that list of rules somewhere too? Can I take a peek at this mysterious crate, at least?”
“Don’t be so impatient! Christmas Eve is just a few hours away. You’ll have to wait.” Kristian seemed to have cheered up a little at least. He’d regained some of his playfulness. It was a relief, as Carol thought he’d had it all knocked out of him with all the extra hours at work. A fat wallet was all well and good, but not if it meant losing the cheeky man-child she’d fallen for. Hadn’t she worked just as hard to keep up with the Joneses; live the dream; a top-flight career and a life?
“Can I at least have a teensy bottle of Grolsch tonight? It’s not Christmas yet. You haven’t even let me trim the tree. You and your family traditions. Look at the poor thing sitting there in the corner all naked and green. By the time you let me decorate it, the needles will have started to drop off. Come on, big boy! Just a beer and a bauble… I won’t tell.”
“You can’t.”
“But…”
“He’ll know.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, Kristian!” Carol was growing just a little tired of her boyfriend’s inflexibility. What good was Christmas if you couldn’t let your hair down? Eat too much, drink too much and go a little wild. Let the credit card take the strain and repent at leisure when the New Year was safely begun. Kristian took a sharp intake of breath, “Careful… Do you want to be naughty or nice?”
“Oh, I like this game! Naughty, every time! It’s a fair cop, guv! Put the bracelets on. I can’t promise I’ll come quietly, though.” Carol pantomimed the universal invitation to put invisible handcuffs on her wrists, a prelude to a better end to the evening than its beginning, she hoped. Hope that was instantly dashed when she saw the horrified look on Kristian’s face.
“He’ll put you on his list.”
“He can check it as many times as he bloody well likes. The day I’ve had, I’m having a drink. Join me or don’t. And I’m opening the gingerbread packet. Don’t even try stopping me.”
Kristian knew he was on a hiding to nothing. When Carol set her mind to it like this, nothing short of coshing her over the head and dragging her from the house would change how this would turn out. He considered it.
The funny thing was, Carol did get her way and decorated the tree that night. Not in a modern style, though it could be described as ‘traditional’. When both sets of parents arrived for Christmas dinner, punctual as ever, Carol’s father stubbing out his filthy cheroot in the snow outside the house on the instructions of She Who Must Be Obeyed, they could see the tree glistening through the window first of all.
When they finally gained entry, it was the splintered crate they saw next, quite empty. Their calls to Carol and Kristian went unanswered. Confused that they might have missed a phone message cancelling dinner, they wandered about the house, finally arriving in the lounge to finally witness the tree in all its glory. Not a scrap of tinsel on the tree this year. Slippery red ropes strung about the tree, and those were definitely not baubles. Ho. Ho. Ho.
This story is a homage to the film Rare Exports & is not intended to infringe copyright.
Last weekend we were at The Lakes International Comics Art Festival in Kendal.
Our highlights were:
Staying with our friend Julie in her lovely cottage and seeing this view at breakfast:
The Scott McCloud talk on Friday evening which was inspirational and entertaining.
Being on the ‘To End All Wars – Art of Editing” panel and taking part in the TEAW signing afterwards. Sorry I didn’t get to speak to some of other contributors properly! (Selina)
Jonathan Clode, Stuart Richards, Selina Lock (I’m looking a tad serious there!) & John ‘Brick’ Stuart Clark at the TEAW – Art of Editing Panel. Photo courtesy of Alex Fitch
Catching up with lots of friends and helping out on the Borderline Press table.
Meeting with folks from Lancaster University who are doing a research project looking at comics as a means of research communication.
The Audrey Niffenegger talk – which started with the most surreal moment of the weekend – being introduced to Eddie Campbell & Audrey before the talk by Sarah McIntyre, so that Eddie could identify comic panels on my comic strip skirt!
Being interviewed by Alex Fitch for a forthcoming podcast on our involvement with Obverse Books – Jay editing and writing for their Faction Paradox line, me writing for Iris Wildthyme and us both writing for the Senor 105 pulp novella line.
Becky Cloonan talk.
Felt Mistress workshop (Selina) and making a felt creature (not quite finished yet):
Nick Abadzis & Rian Hughes talks (Jay).
Buying far too many comics and graphic novels….
Including new Strangehaven by Gary Spencer Millidge in Meanwhile…