In the morning, all was still fine.
By 4 p.m. things were getting desperate.
By 6 p.m. things were getting really desperate and a little Kindle Magic was called for.
By now, the book is still not finished, and I’m ready to just roll up and cry. Gargh! I hate deadlines!
Also, do you know that thing you do when you’re attracted to somebody whom you’ve only just met and you look at them and then you look away and then you look at them again and then away and… Well, you know what I mean. Describing something like that? Pure hell! There are, after all, only so many ways you can say: “She looked at him.” *sigh*