Man, there is not enough chocolate and coffee in this world for me not to cry like a little bitch as soon as I am more than a day away from G.

Bit difficult to write perky suspense stories, full of sexy humor and witty banter, if I am slobbering all over the keyboard about how much I miss him, TO him, via Skype.

Pathetic. But honest. Now focus. Literary doomsday isn't going to screw itself up.