I usually have a general sense of where a scene is going while I’m writing. But sometimes lines like,
— her vision was a blur as she rounded the fence and ran up the driveway, kicking up dusty gravel behind her. She didn’t even hear Sherman call, “Hey Rosie —!” before she dashed behind the house and flung the doors to the root cellar wide open —
pop out of nowhere, leaving me wondering things like, WHO’S SHERMAN?