I think part of the wobbly feeling is provoked by the fact that the story is taking a different turn. I'm not saying I thought my initial idea was pure genius, but it's always a little worrisome when things start going off in a bit of a different direction. There's always a lot of worry about whether that direction will prove to be the right one or if it'll end up being some annoying, pointless detour on the road to the novel's end.
But, really, this is what editing is for, right? You try something and if it doesn't work, you go back and fix it. And then you fix it again. And then you fix it some more. As I was telling my daughter yesterday, writing is never really "finished". I could edit each and everything I've ever written from now until kingdom come and still feel as though there are things that can be changed.
That said, here is an excerpt from today's writing: