The Only Lesson To Extract From Any

I Am A Teller Of Stories. A Weaver Of Dreams. I Can Dance, Sing, And In The Right Weather I Can Stand On My Head. I Know 7 Words Of Latin, I Have A Little Magic... And A Trick Or Two. I Know The Proper Way To Meet A Dragon, I Can Fight Dirty But Not Fair. I Once Swallowed Thirty Oysters In A Minute. I Am Not Domestic, I Am A Luxury And, In That Sense, Necessary.

Being A Writer-director Can Sometimes Make You Incredibly Blinkered.

I Work Fitfully, In Hope Rather Than In Expectation, Invent Methods Which Last A Week, And Fill Notebooks With Tiny, Illegible Writing Which Often Defies My Own Attempts To Decipher It.

You Know, You Lose A Lot Of Social Skills If You’re A Writer. You Spend Too Long Alone. And It’s Forced Me To Address That.

As A Teenager I Was Obsessed With Music And With Writing And Performing Songs.