I missed the deadline for Six Sunday—I was busy making friendship bracelets with Jane and trying to convince Sunny to choose a birthday present that her friend would like.

And then I forgot, because the copy of The Decoy Bride I’d requested at the library came in, and, well, David Tennant in a Scottish rom com is fairly irresistible, isn’t he?

The movie, though, is about writing as much as it is about romance and marriage and David Tennant’s bone structure.  It’s about writing what you know, or don’t know, and pressure, and writer’s block, and why, exactly, you might be writing in the first place—or the second.

It made me laugh and wince and roll my eyes.  And wonder where I can find boxer shorts with inkwells on them.

I liked it.

See you next Sunday.