I've reworked the first chapter and a bit of young adult novel-in-progress T'aint.  Now working on Chapter 2, scene 2.  And as always with rewrites at a particular stage of a story, doing so has given me good ideas that mean I'm going to have to go back to the beginning to revise what I already have.  But it's nice, that feeling of things coming together.  When I'm done with this scene, that should put me about one-third of the way through the novel.

Snippet:

I stripped down to my underwear and shoved my dance practice clothes and my real clothes back into the knapsack.  I pulled on the black polyester parent-approved slacks - God, I hated that word!  Only old farts like my folks wore 'slacks' any more - and yanked the baggy, boring old beige sweater on over my head.  I unclipped my wallet from its chain, slid it into my handbag.  When I stepped out of the stall, Ben took one look at me in my good girl duds and shook his head.  "It's like you're two people; Miss Scotch Bonnet 'hot pepper' Smith, and, I dunno, the Virgin Mary, or something."
"Yeah, well I'll be able to be all Scotch all the time when Richard and I move into that apartment."