Ultimately, it ended up being my novel. I quickly glanced at Inkdeath and Harry Potter. I feel like if I gave a better look, I might be able to get better dialog, but at the same time, I kind-of feel like at this point...I might actually need to walk my own path. My quick look at what they did with their dialog told me this: "Hey, at least on a cursory glance, yours is something that looks vaguely similar to what they did!"
Now, I'm sure extensive analysis would cause that to fall apart. But I don't think a quick look will change anything anymore. Maybe an extensive analysis, a thorough readthrough, but that's about it. Basically...it's hard to find the words, but I think...more or less, my thoughts are, "I'll be okay by myself. Maybe not perfect, but good enough that it's not cringe-worthy."
I'm looking, and I still have the slight fear that it's info-dumping. That being said, I actually don't have that much concern for it. Though it is a worry of mine, I think that it's not bad, and it makes narrative sense: it's a character teaching another character. Furthermore, I feel like if it's bad enough, all it'd take is a minor change to the descriptors, and suddenly, instead of being info-dumping, it more reveals an insight into the characters' minds.
I don't want to tweak it too much right now, but what I do want is to keep continuing. It's...kinda hard. I started working at...oh, something like 4:30 or so? Something like that. Soon after my last blog post. It's now 7. I only have so much stamina to work on a project at a time, and I've basically run out. (Which is why I stopped working on writing and am now working on this blog post.)
In that time...I've written just about 3 pages. Maybe closer to 2.5, if I do a more precise calculation. (This is off of a quick viewing of where I started and where I am now. Not an exact science.) So, about a page an hour. For a book that's probably gonna be 400+ pages long (potentially even 600!), you...can maybe get some idea for what I've gotten myself into.
But I'm not going to complain. No, I refuse to complain about it. If this rate were to continue every day, then the third draft would be finished in 200 days. That's hard work, very hard work, and being honest with myself, it's probably not something I can realistically maintain a pace of. There will be days I do more, and many more days I do far less. (NaNoWriMo will be a boost come November, of course!) But I will keep going. I will not let my determination waver. I won't say, "It's too hard", "It's too painful", "I can't do this".
It's hard, it's even painful, but I CAN do this. I trust myself. I know, that sounds like a horribly stupid thing to do. How trustworthy am I? Traditionally, not very! But I still think...yes, I can believe in myself. So I will. After all...if I don't believe in myself...precious few others, if any, will. So I must.