Wednesday really is the dullest day of the week, surprisingly even duller than dull old Sunday! So I brightened it up with a gentleman caller, who was fun and brought chocolate - my kind of man! Then I restored my energy with a Chinese takeaway, and right now I'm too full to move, let alone go to bed, which is what I really need to do!

I think I may be about to bail on the novel writing experience for this month - 5000 words in and I'm suffering from my lack of forethought - I had an opening scene in mind and nowhere to really take it, so I've been writing shite, essentially rewriting my own life, which is too dull for fiction anyway. I hate to be a quitter, but I don't want to put lots of effort into it if my heart isn't in it.