Must turn off the rubbish tv, and put down the chick lit

I got totally out of my writing discipline and have got back into procrastonating. Bugger. Must write more of my new book. Poor old Jenna, she is never going to get her man at this rate!

In fact they are supposed to be climbing mountains and they are still very much at sea level. I will write more tomorrow, well at least there will be no Brit awards distractions (was Cheryl miming?), and I've watched this weeks America's Next Top Model.

So by hook or by crook i will have 10,000 words in that book by the weekend (i'm almost at 7,000). x