The pages must flow like water

Tuesday when I got done writing I felt a sense of delight because I wrote a funny sex scene. Yesterday I had to write a scene in which my sociopathic Hitman pins Protagonist down and threatens him with a knife as he makes an extremely creepy deal.

That left me kind of terrified. I creeped myself out with my own personal attack on myself in my head.

Isn't that the neatest thing about writing? You get to be all the parts in your brain, so when one character attacks another you get to be both the attacked and the attacker and that leaves a very turmoil-filled self. It doesn't help that I was envisioning this attack taking place in my own bedroom. Last night when I went to sleep I used the chain to make the door extra-locked in case a hitman came looking for me.

Well, I couldn't end things feeling like that so I wrote another scene. And that scene's dialogue was kind of flat so I made a note to come back and punch it up and wrote another scene. And before you know it I had ten more pages and felt pretty good because at this point my boys and I had come up with a plan for how to deal with Hitman. Today I have to break off writing to do some research, but I still hope to get a few pages in later.