Men aren't really complicated. They are very simple, literal creatures. They usually mean what they say. And we spend hours trying to analyze what they've said, when really it's obvious.

Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Perhaps I've spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.

I've set the bar quite high in terms of storytelling.

I think women love to read love stories.

My inner goddes has her sequins on and is warming up to dance the rumba.

It's much easier to wear your pain on the outside.

I'm looking forward to getting back to my house and my Ugg boots and not washing sometimes, and getting back to writing.