Sunday: nose still on the grindstone

Sunday began early but without a headache (hurray!) and I staggered in and got to work, thinking "Only a few chapters to do; maybe I'll be done in time to take an afternoon nap."

As if.    Instead, here I am, still working.  Four hours to midnight, when (she mutters under her breath) she WILL email this monster off to Editor, no matter what.   Why this hostile attitude?

First, this book is no longer 33 chapters.   I thought it would come out to 33 chapters.  No, it's thirty-flippin'-nine...