"Gambling on the score." I don't believe I didn't catch that. She on me. I've been researching marriage laws and citizenship qualifications and just what is involved in giving a deposition, all the funny leaked out of my brain.
Boy, do I know the feeling. I know just about nothing about international politics, and I'm trying to orchestrate WWIII while juggling multiple plot lines--and I darn near had to tie myself down to stop myself from throwing in yet another plot line last week. Sometimes, writing means stopping to wonder why you hate yourself.
BTW, I've been trying to work on character dynamics that weren't often seen. Rowlf and Dr. Teeth were fun to write, and I don't know if they ever even said hi in the show (for obvious reasons). I've been wanting to write a scene with those two for a while, and I'm only just getting comfortable with enough characters to start on this in earnest.
I was JUST thinking, not so very long ago, that I would love to write a Dr. Teeth/Rowlf scene, because they're both Jim and both ivory-ticklers and what could possibly be bad about it? Except that I can't BEGIN to write Dr. Teeth. And besides that, the scene I was thinking of would have been in a whole other story that was almost just another plot line until I decided not to hate myself QUITE so much and... Yeah, basically, I was just pleased as punch (how pleased IS punch?) to find a Dr. Teeth/Rowlf scene in this last chapter. Definitely one of the best parts of my day. (...That WAS today, wasn't it? Feels like yesterday. For crying out loud, personal drama makes life take way too long...)
I do intend to get back to more detailed-reviewing for you in the near future. Sadly, my brain seems to have run away, and what brain power I can scrounge up must go towards the Dreaded Job Applications of Doom... So in the mean time, please know that I am in fact quietly enjoying the story, and... if anyone needs me... I'll be watching more Fraggle Rock.