I really should just ask my husband this...

...but why couldn't 9 show up and hang out with 10? Why couldn't we have a mini-season called Doctors Who and there could be squeeing and awesomeness for six glorious episodes? And bring Cap'n Jack, too. Just for funsies. Man. 9, 10, and Jack. That would be the BEST party.

There's probably some dumb paradox law that Timelords have to obey, but if I were 9 or 10, I'd say, fie on thee, rules, I'm the LAST effing Timelord, and I want to hang with myself, because myself is awesome.

More dumb questions as I think of them.

One note and a writing thing

Finished my "short" story tonight. At 14,100, it's overlong. I will cut 3-4k.

The problem is, it doesn't want to end. It's like the last twenty minutes of The Return of the King: denouement, denouement, denouement. No! Wait! One more. De---nouement. And oh, also, denouement.

Okay, sage advice time: what do you do when you can't find the right note to end on? How do you force the ending, whilst keeping it satisfying?