So after making a run to a nearby grocery store in sub-freezing weather to get lunches for the next two days and dinner for tonight, as well as water and DPZ, I hunkered down and started rewriting what I'd done yesterday. Three passes and it's gone.
I'm not worrying about precision or beautiful use of English or anything. Just let the story run till it's out of breath...something it's finally beginning to do. I think.
Dirc is a completely amoral beast, but I'm enjoying writing him. He kills two people in this chapter, one cold-bloodedly, but is also offering Lon some protection. He's the guy in the pawn shop who Helga got to verify Dirc and Irin were driving around Reno. He was quasi-arrested and has undergone experimentation to see if he's like Dirc, which he isn't. But he is damaged, now.
Dirc's like a wolf in the wild, with Irin as his mate, and he's building his pack. When they're done, they will be formidable. Barnes...AKA: Dr. Captain...recognizes the danger they pose and is hunting them down to remove them from civilization...by doing some very uncivilized things, himself. It's hard to tell who're the good guys and who're the bad ones, now, both sides are so vicious and vile.
Rather like life, these days.
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