Not to belittle an author's travails, but I bet when we readers step back at the end and take a long lens, overhead action shot of our idiots' journey, we'll see that they've been doing an intricate and beautiful pas de deux the whole time. Kudos to you, elegant mastermind of romantic art-in-motion

I have two levels to my brain: 1) the smart bit that knows exactly what it's doing and has set up foreshadowing and things 2) the shakespearean keyboard monkey who just smashes the keys and hopes for the best