So here I am, a-struggle to get some darkness down on the page, make this tight little scene set in this tight little corridor as off-kilter, as claustrophobic, as possible. Just need a certain atmosphere, see? Oh, come on, come up the stairs with me and have a look. *flaps hand impatiently* Come on. I know it's dark up here, but it's nifty, I swear.
Here, take this. Now shine the beam there. No, there. At the end of the corridor.
See that tiny black closet set into the diagonal wall? Almost unnoticeable, right? Yeah. My heroine didn't notice it, either - until she did (much too late, I might add).
Anyway. This closet at the outset - is it unobtrusive? No. Deftly-designed? Hurm. Shadowy? No. This closet? I think it's
Ah, yes. Cunning little closet. We haz detonation of the teensiest little atmosphere bomb ever. And I can sleep easier. As one does after a rousing bout of flatulence. But before I digress so...pungently, what word, DJ-like, saved your day this weekend?
Oh, and post-detonation, the following momentum did ensue:
55139 / 85000 words. 65% done!