Bridget Jones' Baby, At Heart

9p.m. My Flat. Feel Very Strange And Empty. Is All Very Well Thinking Everything Is Going To Be Different When You Come Back But Then It Is All The Same. Suppose I Have To Make It Different. But What Am I Going To Do With My Life? I Know. Will Eat Some Cheese.

I Always Market Research My Books Before I Hand Them In By Showing Them To Five Or Six Close Friends Who I Trust To Be Honest With Me, So They Are Very Heavily Re-written Already.

I Tend To Take [ To Bridget Jones Diaries] Something That Nearly Happened, Or Might Have Happened, And Then Exaggerate It To Make It Funny And To Make It Tie Into The Themes.

It Seems Wrong And Unfair That Christmas, With Its Stressful And Unmanageable Financial And Emotional Challenges, Should First Be Forced Upon One Wholly Against One's Will, Then Rudely Snatched Away Just When One Is Starting To Get Into It. Was Really Beginning To Enjoy The Feeling That Normal Service Was Suspended And It Was Ok To Lie In Bed As Long As You Want, Put Anything You Fancy Into Your Mouth, And Drink Alcohol Whenever It Should Chance To Pass Your Way, Even In The Mornings. Now Suddenly We Are All Supposed To Snap Into Self-discipline Like Lean Teenage Greyhounds.

My Books Have All Generated Controversy.