As Bridget Writes To Her Son, In

Though With Bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries, I'd Like To Make It Clear That I Did Not Ever Get Pregnant By Two Men.

One Minute You're Closer To Someone Than Anyone In The Whole World, Next Minute They Need Only To Say The Words 'time Apart', 'serious Talk' Or 'maybe You...' And You're Never Going To See Them Again And Will Have To Spend The Next Six Months Having Imaginary Conversations In Which They Beg To Come Back, And Bursting Into Tears At The Sight Of Their Toothbrush.

I Got Into My Usual Obsessive Writing Frenzy, Using All The Material I'd Worked On For So Long And Crafting It Into A Little Novel [bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries].

I'd Been Working On The [bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries Material] For Years, First, In The Independent Newspaper Columns And Then In The Various Versions Of The Movie Scripts.

I'm No Good At Anything. Not Men. Not Social Skills. Not Work. Nothing.