As I hurried into Best Buy yesterday to procure my copy of Doctor Who Series Four the day it was released, I came to an abrupt thought.
I am a woman obsessed.
I know when it happened. Back in 2005, when David Tennant took over for Chris Eccelston. Curiousity piqued, I found a copy of the Masterpiece Theatre miniseries Cassanova to see David before his first stint as The Doctor.
That's all it took. I was hooked. That crooked grin. Those full lips. Eyes that emote for days. And an accent to boot! What more could a girl ask for?
And so it began...I had to find out everything about him - see everything he had acted in. I scoured the internet for photos, spent hours on YouTube - I couldn't get enough. He had become a drug, and I found myself needing a fix again and again.
My husband shook his head at my complete fascination with all things David, yet left me to my infatuation. David is the wallpaper on my computer, the photo on my cell phone, the bookmark in my book. His image is all around me. I like to think of him as my inspiration - my muse, even. For through this crazy obsession, came my first completed manuscript, that has hereby been published.
The hero's name in the story?
I think I've crossed to the fanatic stage. What do you think?