Nanowrimo - Day Twenty Four (Energy)

On the tail end of the last blog post, I was overcome with a flow of energy in the writing process that quickly manifested itself in 10 new pages.  The words practically poured out of me.  The scene I created wrote itself.  It is the confrontational moment between Willy and John and it is WEIRD!!! 

The one who is supposed to do the ass kicking can't make his mind up to do it, and the repentant one forces his hand in a public place.  Willy, the guilty one, never throws a punch but proceeds to relish in the ass kicking he receives.  He is ecstatic and joyful at his physical beatdown.  John is horrified at the violence he inflicts and knows it is only done in order to save face.  He doesn't want to look bad in front of others.

None of this was planned.  The whole chapter began as a verbal confrontation and all of sudden there were punches thrown, blood, and this animalistic brutality I wasn't expecting.  I love it when the writing surprises me.  I'm hoping the next couple of days hold the same amount of energy.

In the meantime, it is off to help the wife with our part of Thanksgiving dinner.  Happy Holidays all!!!

Word Count for the afternoon: 3,378
Total Word Count: 40,389
Sample Sentence/Sentences:

                Someone from the crowd called, “Hit him.”

                It was echoed again from somewhere behind him and soon the crowd joined Willy in his taunts.  John panicked and, when he found himself trapped against the encircling crowd with Willy bearing down on him, he swung.

                Willy walked right into it.  John’s fist connected with Willy’s cheekbone and there was a terrible thudding sound that resonated up John’s forearm and into his shoulder.  John expected Willy to fall back, to recoil from the punch, but his resolve was only emboldened by that first punch.  When he turned his face back to John, there was a glistening emptiness in his gaze that frightened John further.  Willy charged back in his direction and John took another swing.  He didn’t know if he was beating Willy up or defending himself.  He couldn’t tell what Willy would do if he actually got his hands on him.  So far Willy hadn’t taken a swing, but that look in his eye offered no guarantee.  He connected a straight shot to Willy’s nose and the squelching sound caused a shudder to race down John’s spine.  Willy fell to one knee and the blood fell immediately.  It blasted over his lip and splattered to the concrete in front of him. 

                A gasp went up from the crowd, but John didn’t have time to acknowledge them.  Willy was immediately on his feet and charging again.  “Knock it off, Willy,” John managed to say as he sidestepped his charging friend.  The site of his reddened, bloody face was a thing of horror.  The look in Willy’s eyes had deepened into a fearless, unthinking thing.  It sought pain and it was going to find it.