The best anyone can do is breathe in, breathe out and wait for it to pass.

The best anyone can do is breathe in, breathe out and wait for it to pass.

Every day I wake up afraid that I won't be able to write, that today is the day it has left me.

I don't like this idea of division: that if you're a clever woman then you've got to be a particular way. Because men don't. Men please themselves.

I am different when my nails are done. I am more dynamic. I gesticulate more, I am better at scaring my staff. I can indicate impatience by drumming on tabletops and I can wrap up a meeting with a few choice clatters.

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.

Although will never love anyone again, don't want to become bitter. Or creative.