Bad subconscious, no biscuit.

I’ve been procrastinating about writing. I thought it was because I was stressed about car repairs and the like, but no. I think I just didn’t want to write Chapter Four.
Well, I went ahead and started it, and it wasn’t so bad while I was writing it, but now I’m all moody again. I don’t know why I decided to write something that’s so personally button-pushing, but I did.
Things will be better after Chapter Four. Then I can get into more of the things that I liked about this idea, like the love story. But until I finish Chapter Four, I’m probably going to be cranky.