This weekend I've mostly been trying to figure out what I should write, looking back through my collected notes and ideas, and I think I'm on the verge of committing to one, which is good, having taken a long walk in the woods to think about it. Now all I've got to do is actually commit to it, and then write it. Hmm.
I took some time off today, after the walk, to watch this week's Doctor Who, which was absolutely splendid. I had a feeling it was going to be splendid because the opening credits said it was written by Steven Moffat, who was also responsible for The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, and The Girl In The Fireplace. He's a brilliant writer (and, unlike a certain Mr. Davies, knows how to make very frightening monsters without blowing the budget on CGI...) I was not disappointed.
