And I was right. I figured out what I was doing wrong on the beginning of Act V: Starting too early, for one thing, and in the wrong POV. I needed another Chatty Epistle With Which To Dispense With 1603.
Bye bye, 1603. Write if you get work.
1,445 words on The Stratford Man tonight. Reason for stopping: was not prepared to continue.
Besides, I promised a friend I'd write her a smutty cutscene. *g*