Job-wise I Did Have A Moment Of

When I Was Pregnant, I Had The Romantic Idea That After The Baby Was Born I Would Not Only Take Up Reading In Earnest Again, But Also Write A Novel While My Daughter Slept In Her Moses Basket. Of Course, I Barely Had Time To Keep Up With My Magazines Until She Started Sleeping Properly.

I Have A Husband Who Literally Worships Me. And Cleans The House. And Blow-dries My Daughter's Hair.

I Think I Like Playing The Bad Girl. I Like Complicated. I Like Flawed, Messed Up Complicated. It's More Interesting.

I Find A Lot Of Things Kind Of Funny And I Often Say What's On My Mind, And Then Get Nine Texts From All My Friends Going, 'what's The Matter With You?' But I Haven't Ever Made A Big Attempt To Have Any Particular Image. And I Don't Really Worry About It. If It's Funny, I Don't Care.

I Feel Like I'm Really Lucky.