Okay, it's war!

It's war in the world of romance fiction!

With deadlines looming (hers closer than mine, incidentally), Ally Blake and I agreed to swap word counts at the end of our writing days. Harmless fun, you might think ...? Encouraging? Motivational, even??

Not a bit of it. She's exhausting. In order to beat Ally's word count of today I have to write 3000 words - all the while knowing that she's out for the evening sipping wine. My only hope is that she decides to delete a chapter or two - preferably two! Or, perhaps, we can hope that the alphie doesn't transfer the text properly and she'll have to re-type the lot. That might buy me a bit of extra time ...

So far I've had a fairly unproductive day on the writing front, but fairly positive on the 'mum' front. Son number 2 and I even baked a cake, which was very 'Nigella Lawson' of me.

But, now I must focus. It's only half past nine in the evening and I have Ally's 3000 words in my sight ...

I'll just leave you with the potential ModX hero who is currently languishing in Trish Wylie's inbox while she's away. I don't think he's a Harlequin 'Romance' sort of man.

Still, nice picture!

Nic, do you want to lay claim to Juan Pablo Di Pace before Trish gets back??? I think he's a dancer in real life and I can even get you his 'vital statistics' should you so wish.