So, ficcing characters, not

[lonemagpie]

You know you've spent time with the wrong crowd when you wake up from a dream where you were writing the novel revealing that the female Dr Who companion most into anal is Leela because she's from a preindustrial society in which that's an obvious contraceptive-friendly means of shagging, in a world where pills and condoms don't exist. (which is, after all, pretty much how the whole religious anti-buggery thing got going anyway.)

This may not be unconnected to having been having to drink only coffee and booze the last couple of days cos we have run out of juice.

I'm never going to be allowed near Dr Who again, eh?

ETA- This is the sort of thing that pops unwanted into your head at random if you're a writer...

Like Dorothy Parker said, "writers and poets and such horses' necks start off from anywhere and end up at sex"