The Perils of Dirc...

I think I may have written myself into a corner, with The Beast Dines Out. I've got Dirc arrested and held in the back of a house in Reno, NV...locked into something he refers to as a Frankenstein chair, with clamps around his wrists and ankles...and I need to get him out.

I know I could change that but I just don't want to because it's what needs to happen. It's just...I have no idea how the hell to do it.

Irin's still out and about, holding a deputy sheriff as hostage. Dr. Captain, who is now named Barnes, and Helga, who still has no real name, are in control of Dirc...they think. He says they think they are. So it must be so...

One more aspect? Barnes makes a deal with Dirc over the Iridium rock he's got, then the second he is able to reneges on it. He's willing to let the deputy get killed if it means keeping control of Dirc and finding Irin. And the story keeps rolling along. Boom-boom-boom.

Oh, blue skies, this morning. Shipment picked up without a hint of rain. And driving around LA...God, how I miss it. Traffic sucks. The drivers are assholes. It's hard as shit to find parking. But it's home, to me. I know how to live here. I'd move back in a heartbeat, if I could afford it.

But I'd need a new car with an automatic, because no way in hell will I deal with this traffic, again, using a stick.