The last thing I need is to be hooked on another TV show.
I am now hooked on Outlander.
The main reason, of course, is that the story is fascinating and intelligent and has emotional complexity, which means that the series of novels it’s based on must be the same. Now I wish I’d started reading those books years ago.
The show also has a fabulous leading lady, as Mike over at SLC Kismet has wisely pointed out. She’s high-spirited and strong-willed and a skilled healer/combat nurse, and her narrative voice adds depth to the story. Then there’s aura of mystery, the high standards of production… And oh yeah, this reason…
That’s right. Jaimie is one of my new fantasy lovers. Damn. Like I’m not distracted enough by Ichabod Crane of Sleepy Hollow, who’s still my number one. The man with a bedroom voice, a stunning face, lyrical sentences, knee-high boots… You get the idea.
These men are two of the reasons why I didn’t get any writing done this weekend. Sure, I did some plotting for my screenplay, but that isn’t much. (WHY am I s-l-o-w-l-y writing a screenplay when the odds of selling it are a million to one?)
The fact is, we’re also having a beautiful autumn here in Colorado. A lot of years we don’t: last September there was terrible record flooding, and other times we have early snows that ruin the leaves. But this year there’s a glorious riot of colors, and since I live in a very leafy neighborhood with lots of old trees, I would much rather be outside and moving than inside and writing.
Maybe when the snow starts to fall I’ll stay at my desk during daylight hours and write. Then in the evening I’m curling up on the sofa with Jamie and Ichabod.
So who—besides your beloved significant others—do you plan to spend fantasy wintry evenings with? (Alex, I already know that yours will be Kate Beckinsale.)