POINTEBOOTS

My parents don't like the Thunderbirds. They laugh when I mention them. I didn't live through the original Gerry Anderson phase in the sixties, and I was too young for the Anderson renaissance in the early nineties. So how did I come to love the Thunderbirds?

My kidney did it.

Yup, it's all my kidney's fault. I take no responsibility for it at all.

See, I was breezing through life, having a grand old time, dating various guys, going to work, learning massage, and generally having a ball. And then I got that kidney infection.

So there I was. Stuck at home for a week, too ill to go out and do anything, too restless to read any of my books, too dizzy to sit at my computer and waste time. What's a girl to do? I turned on the TV.

Big mistake. Huge mistake. Because I saw an ad for a movie. A sci-fi movie, featuring big rockets and cool gadgets and very cute guys. Okay, okay, so it was the live action movie. But I'd never heard of Thunderbirds before, so did I know any better? Hell no. And I liked it. I still do. The machines mesmerised me, and the rescue sequence at the beginning? That is so very awesome. I could do without the kids, but hey, every movie has its flaws, right?

Within a week, I owned every Thunderbirds episode on DVD. And the two original movies, and the live action movie. I watched them all, over and over again. And when I ran out of those, I went looking for fanfiction.

Luckily, I was no newbie to fanfic. I knew where to look, who to ask, what to look for. Didn't take me long to go through every good piece of fiction I could find. Including most of this site. I've probably read every story on here, multiple times. Each new adventure has only added to my obsession, and knowing that there are others out there who feel the way I do has encouraged me to write my own contributions to the fandom.

So here they are, my own little pieces of Planet Tracy. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them and Eru willing, there will be plenty more to come. Hopefully, as well, there will be a good long span of years spent gazing lovingly at my pictures of the boys, obsessing over them with other like-minded people, and sharing the Tracy love.