What Was I Thinking? Fact

I Have Turned Away From The Thought Of Writing Fiction In The Past Through What I Suppose Is, Actually, Fear. The Direct, Raw Invitation For The Reader To Come In And Explore My Imagination Is Fairly Scary For Me So I Have Busied Myself With So Much Else.

In Actual Life I Am A Grumpy Old Bag.

There Is A Latent Fairy In All Women, But Look How Carefully We Have To Secrete Her In Order To Be Taken Seriously. And Fairies Come In All Shapes, Colours, Sizes And Types, They Don't Have To Be Fluffy. They Can Be Demanding And Furious If Hey Like. They Do, However, Have To Wear A Tiara. That Much Is Compulsory.

When I Wrote 'dear Fatty,' I Realised That Sitting And Writing Alone Is An Absolute Joy.

You Have To Let Kids Live Their Own Lives And Make Their Mistakes, But It Is Difficult Now Because There Are So Many Things In Their Lives Which Weren't In Mine - I Never Had Facebook. And Some Of The Things I See Now I'm Appalled By. So I'm As Nosey About My Daughter's Life As I Can Be. I Tell Her, 'i'm All Over You, Whether You Like It Or Not.'