Did actually manage to…

Did actually manage to write eventually (actually opening up the relevant file and reading a few paragraphs was surprisingly effective in making me want to write). This park-myself-in-cafes-until-I-write thing might actually work.

I can't say I'm necessarily happy with the words I wrote -- it's an exchange between Shefali and Leilani, and while functional enough in moving the plot along, and maybe even a little charming, it's lacking all sorts of things. Depth. Style. Subtlety. Argh.

Is this the way a novel goes? That I just put down all kinds of prosaic stuff and hope that I can catch the more interesting bits on the second pass, once I know what the hell is going on with my story?

I just don't know.

Alternately hopeful and very worried right now. :-(