Scaring myself

I once heard Donita K. Paul talk about writing a scene in one of her stories that was so vivid that she scared herself. 

Boy, do I understand now.  Today's chapter was one of scariest I've ever written. So I'm chilling here for a little while.  But I got 1208 words in, so that helps offset the creepy chapter.

I'm a seat-of-the-pants writer, even in this mystery, and I've layered in lots of details that may be clues or they may be red herrings.  It makes for a rich stew that lent itself to an unexpected and creepy scene today.  I'm definitely not bored with things as they're rolling along.

BTW, I do know who did it.  Unless the clues reassemble themselves.