As the archetype of the Warrior Goddess approaches – both within The Pagan Experience blog project and in real-life happenings, I’m struggling to feel and maintain a connection to it. While I picture Mabd, the Morrigan and Morgase running into battle, their cry echoing throughout the land; Diana with her arrow knocked and bow ready; I don’t feel connected to them. I’m still the Hunter watching it’s prey from the shadows, waiting for her moment to strike.

I’ve been struggling to write of late. Last weekend I went to the Doctor Who Festival in Sydney, and during one of the workshops Mark Gatiss, writer for Doctor Who, Sherlock, and actor portraying Mycroft in Sherlock, mentioned that “writer’s block happens when something isn’t right.”

It’s frustrating when you want to keep on schedule, post each week, write stories for your own general amusement and so on, when the spark isn’t there. The flint is wet, the kindling is wet, the rain won’t let up.

So instead I’m going to mention something absolutely amazing that happened.

Last weekend my mother and her partner flew up to Sydney, we all went to the Doctor Who Festival, and Mum and I got to meet the Doctor. Not just any Doctor, MY Doctor. The man who, when announced in 2013, I just knew would be MY Doctor. This girl who has been watching the show since Eccleston has loved them all, but just like my inability to connect with the Warrior, I never connected deeply enough to have a favourite.

Until Peter Capaldi.

Peter Capaldi: and your name?
Me: Cara
Capaldi: Clara?!
Me: No, Cara *sad* No “L”…
Capaldi: Oh, well that’s easy to remember! Are you okay with this pose?