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. :-(