Other times we simply discuss things, especially in regard to writing. I'll say, ok, right here insert some emotion for this poor character: she's dying to feel something. And then the other me will go ahead and do it:
"Sometimes she could still see a shadow of it, the thing that had stood there unnoticed, waiting for the moment when Dell would walk by. It must’ve known, Lucy thought now. It must’ve been studying his habits to know when to strike: in the midst of rush hour at the station where no one saw what happened. Except her, of course."
It's fun working with yourself :)
so fess up...am I the only one who talks to herself? Or are you going to claim complete sanity?