As for me -- I had just started to nap when the UPS man arrived, ringing the doorbell and startling dog and markgritter alike, so no nap for me. I seem to be able to address at least a few writing tasks without that bit of sleep, though. It's another one of those cases where the brain has been using background processes to get things ready behind the scenes. Thanks, brain! Not sarcastically, for once. It's one of those days where I feel like I'm dragging my brain behind me on a string, bump bump bump, when it comes to something like conversation or cooking or finding a bag for the recycling. (The bags for the recycling are always in the same place, and we have not run out. Er.) But apparently when it comes to finishing scenes I should have finished months ago, the brain says, "Right, then," rolls up its sleeves, and digs in.
Oooooookay then. Useful, but -- startling.
I think this is one of those situations where I have been quietly sorting through all the ways this scene could go and deciding that I hate them all except for one. It's like furniture shopping: we go out, we hate everything, we scowl and swear, we go out again, we hate everything but one, we buy it, and here we are. What we are doing is dodging the One Twoo Wuv meme. I think that the nature of the character involved has left the Girls Who Like It Are Dirty Sluts meme in the dust 150K-200K words ago. But one still has to give wide berth to the Men Who Like It Are Chauvinist Pigs meme, and the Perfect First Time meme, and the Communication Is Unnecessary meme, and...so I guess what I'm saying is that it's no surprise that this looked hard to do at first, because the whole thing is a freakin' minefield, but really there's only one path left that I can stand at all. In a fair amount of detail, apparently. Go figure.