Third Confluence II

It's raining for the first time in ages in Bloomsbury.  London really needed a bit of a wash.  It's been a very dry winter and spring.  My real world job is exceedingly dull at the moment and when I got home, I put on my boots and picked up my giant birdcage umbrella and went for my regular walk around Russell Square.  Or not so regular - I don't like walking when it's hot as there are too many people out.  The square was wonderfully quiet today.  You could almost hear the fountain (which was recently turned back on) over the roar of the constant traffic.  

I've reached chapter 15 of my novel and while I still think it's going very slowly and not at all smoothly, I seem to have made some progress.  I no longer have the desire to go back and start again and most of the time I'm looking forward instead of back, which must be a good thing.  I've reached the second section, which I was hugely looking forward to, where my heroine finally meets my hero and as is usual when you can't wait for characters to meet, it's all gone very flat.  I'm not too concerned at the moment - after all, I've got a new character I need to get to know.  I always know exactly how the Big Scenes need to go - it's the small stuff in-between that has to be worked on.

Is it too soon to be dreaming of winning the Booker Prize?!