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

So you've just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn't love you. In fact, he has odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave.

I'm not a great writer.

I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.

I came up with a story and I wrote it.

Women basically want the same thing - a good passionate story, a great fantasy - and for our partners to do the laundry and the washing up.

All a writer wants is to be read, and people are so flattering and lovely. I mean, there are witches out there as well. But most are so kind.