I spent an evening watching telly!
Under normal circumstances I'll turn the tv on to watch something in particular, and maybe get stuck in front of something else, but it is rare that I settle down to spend an evening staring at the screen. (I admit that, until last week, there were a series of Mondays where Only Connect followed University Challenge followed Mastermind but even that was only an hour and a half. )
Anyway, last night I watched Stella Duffy struggling to write a submission for a Mills & Boon novel; a silly triple interweaving of the tales of Mr Boon, a 70s writer and Emilia Fox as an English Lit lecturer (boy, is she thin!); and Alan Yentob in search of what defines a love story. The last had one or two intersting moments, mostly from the psychoanalyst; the middle one was the visual equivalent of one of the novels, albeit a little more arch and knowing; and only the first was probably really good, but I had an excuse, didn't I? After all, I am writing chick lit. :o)