…it’s bigger on the inside.

Writing, writing, writing on Collide. Got a little stuck, but now I’m moving forward again. Of course have to cut off early today for family duties. *shakes fist*

Oh, and hungry. So, so hungry. *shakes fist*

You wanna see how real life and fiction collide? (haha, get it?)

lines of the day:
I looked again, closer. Long black coat. Long striped scarf. My stomach flip-flopped. I reached for the picture, the glass dusty and spotted, the wooden frame loose at the corners.
That was my house. This one. Tall and narrow, three windows on one side of the front door, one on the other. Okay, so it could’ve been any house, but it looked like mine.
And then, I saw the TARDIS. I’d missed it the first time, the blue shape partially obscured by the out-of-perspective trees. Oh.
“Hello, Doctor.” I touched the figure again. Mystery revealed. I’d been a huge Doctor Who freak as a kid. No disrespect to any who came after him, but Tom Baker would always be my doctor.

M