Part 3, 4, 5

OK. I have given it my best shot. Part 3 was working OK. But I can't get Part 4 to work. Everything I've written is just bad. Unreadable. Awful. The whole reason I said I don't write fiction.

I may come back to it from Sean's POV to see if that helps, as am having particularly difficult time writing Viggo for some reason. But I'm pretty sure it's not going to make any difference. I can't write dialogue, the characters don't have any personality or life to them, and I am not going to force this just to get some sort of mediocre bullshit to transition to Part 5. Not worth it to me.

One thing I will say, though, is that a tiny part of the problem is that I don't have the freedom to get down decent ideas when they come to me. Had a really good bit of dialogue pop into my head when I got up to pee the other night, which of course there was no way I was going to remember when I was concious again. And don't start with me about the notebooks, uisgich, because it ain't happenin' in this household. And I don't know that it would make that much difference anyway.

I think the two PWPs might have to stand as they are.

Will attempt Sean's POV on Chapter 4 the next time I have a chance to sit down and write, but at this point, nobody should be holding their breath...

The only thing crabbier than crabs...

Am just all irritable.

Internet went down around 3:15. The Internet goes down occasionally. The Dalys usually fix it. So I didn't worry about it. And neither did the lawyers. Until about 3:55 I went over to ask them, hey, what's going on. By then, of course, everyone wanted *me* to fix it. But they could all bite my butt, because I was leaving at 4:20, and even then that was late...

So I went to get pizza for dinner. Meaning I didn't get home til 5:15. Ate pizza watching X-Files. Episode 1, Seson 2, which I recall really liking the first time and which I liked again. But I was getting sound sensitive, and picking up the Small Boy was no picnic. We needed to go to Sufei's, then to the grocery store. By the time we got home, I thought I was going to go insane.

Now it is 9:15, and I still have chores left to do, and the sound sensitivity is a clear indicator that I have not been getting enough sleep. I really should go to bed right this second.

The only think crabbier than crabs...