However Hard You Try, You Can’t Run Forever, a guest post by author Myra McEntire

Is it my fault TeeFury makes awesome shirts full of pop culture goodness for ​ten-ish bucks? Should I ​be the one to ​shoulder the blame for the​ir masterfully evil plan to offer a totally new shirt every twenty-four hours? Am I responsible for the artists ​who excel at making Doctor Who art? For the rabid fans that keep demand high? For my ​trigger​ finger on the mouse​, or the ease of shopping while wearing jammies,​ or my compulsion to own ALL THE T-SHIRTS?

Don’t answer that. 

I’ve always been a fan of the ubiquitous cable marathon, especially when there’s housework to do. Thanks to SyFy–Sci Fi back then—and a new baby, I discovered a lovable alien with two hearts and a sweet ride. Funny, charming, and BRITISH. ​I caught reruns when I could, and was genuinely confused for a while. (“Bad Wolf” came before “Rose” for me. Can you even?)

Number Eleven is the first Doctor I experienced chronologically from beginning to impending end. Hourglass came out the week after I learned who River Song really is in “A Good Man Goes to War.” I turned in the last draft of Infinityglassshortly after I discovered who was hiding at Trenzalore.  

I’m certain that I’ll be watching on November 23^rdalong with every other Whovian (especially since I’ll be in Boston with Beth Revis, who would cause me physical harm if I tried to do anything else), but I’m also certain it will be bittersweet. It’s fitting for me to say goodbye to the ​H​ourglass world as I say goodbye to the eleventh Doctor. ​Ends make way for beginnings, which are shiny and scary and wholly unknown, but deserve the chance to stand on two new (regenerated) legs, or to live between two covers.  

We can always revisit the past through reruns and rereads, but the future is where the next story lies. Remember . . .