Rewatched The Girl Who Waited and The God Complex yesterday.
Really watched them. Thought about them.
Made connections. Made sparks spark inside my head and make more connections.
Understood why I loved TGWW, from its construction to its heart, and discovered something about Amy as I struggled through my understanding of one crucial scene.
Understood why TGC didn't work for me, why I found it creaky in construction and simple-minded in conceit despite stellar bits and pieces and people. Learned a bit more about myself, too.
Couldn't write any of it, though. Neck hurt, ankles hurt, hands hurt, skin hurt.
Worse, brain shut down when asked to put all the sparks together to make light, to connect all the connections so that they made a road map. Brain said, "No. Don't want to. Look! A computer game! Let's play it over and over and over and over and over -"
Went to bed.
Today I went to a wedding, and was very happy for the tough and wonderful lady who wed her genial and lovely gentleman. Also rocked the "going to a wedding look."