I Know Of People Who

I Am Prone To Despair. We Are All Born With A Particular Personality. I Get Afraid And Then I Don't Want To Leave The House.

So I'm Back Again To The Eternal Question, The One That Has Plagued Me All My Life: How Do Other People Do It? How Come They Were Given Life's Rule Book And I Missed Out? Where Was I When God Was Dispensing Capability And Cop On? Looking At Shoes, Probably.

I'd Rather Dig A Ditch Than Go To A Dinner Party With People I Don't Know.

Waiting To Be 'better' Is The Wrong Approach. It's Learning To Live With It.

Do I Mind Being Called A Chick-lit Writer? Well, It's Not The Worst Thing That Could Happen.