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I really kind of hate it when I figure out the twist in a mystery-type book long before the end. It's one thing when I have a couple of guesses, and am working on confirming them. But when I've known for certain who the mysterious Mr. C is for the past eight chapters and there are still over a hundred pages left, it really robs me of all enjoyment of the book, no matter how well-written and engaging it may be, because I just kind of want to bash the main characters' heads together and yell at them for being complete morons. (This is Connie Willis's To Say Nothing of the Dog, incidentally, which I was really quite enjoying until I figured it all out halfway through and now have to slog through the rest watching Ned and Verity get all worked up over their own utter stupidity and wanting to strangle them both.)

I very much hope I turn out to be wrong, and there's actually a brilliant unforeseeable twist at the end, because that will at least make reading the rest this book worthwhile. Right now it's just frustrating as hell.

internets! never leave me.

I can has internet again! Oh frabjous day. The AT&T guy didn't show up until after 4pm, which put a bit of a crimp in my style since I'd actually wanted to get out of the apartment today, and then he fiddled around for a bit and was all "well, the phone line's fine, and it's not your modem's fault, so damned if I know what it is, technicians will fiddle with the line coming in here and if you have nothing by tomorrow call us back." Which was somewhat disheartening, as even my stolen internet had conked out. So I watched more BSG DVDs instead. And then happened to glance over at my modem about five minutes ago and was all O HAI THERE GREEN LIGHT NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN.

And so ended my internet drama. For now. However, I also got my first AT&T DSL bill today, and it is CRAZY expensive. But that includes all the set-up costs and the price of the modem itself and suchlike, so hopefully this shall not be a trend.

In fandom news, my Two Lines fic is currently stalled. I've got 2500 words already, but the damn thing kept ballooning on me, so that puts me only about a third of the way through it. And now I'm really worried that the whole thing will go to crazy introspective places, which, as I now recall, is why I like writing fics set either before or after the canon in question rather than right smack in the middle of it where we all already KNOW what's HAPPENING so the only thing left is the annoying thinky bits. I need to find a way around this problem, stat. Because Helo is far more entertaining when he's doing stuff than when he's brooding. I keep hoping that the more BSG I rewatch, the easier it will get, but no, instead I find myself pining for Boomer/Chief of yore, which is not so much with the helping me.

And the YA fantasy is also stalled, in that fun I-am-going-somewhere-awesome-but-first-I-have-to-get-through-the-boring-bits sort of way, which is really not a good mindframe to be writing in. I need something exciting to happen this chapter. Like, now. I'm just not sure what.

So I wrote about 1000 words of Yuletide fic instead. Which is also looking to be unwieldy and obscenely plotty, but seriously, Two Lines is due a month earlier, I really do not want to be obsessing over Yuletide yet.

My muses, they are smoking the crack. Not the good kind, either.