It really is the year 2007. Which means I must be... Oh my God. I'm twenty-eight. I'm old.
Sophie KinsellaWe both gaze down at my swollen tummy for a while. I still can't quite get my head round the fact that there's a baby inside my body. Which has got to come out... somehow. OK, let's not go there. There's still time for them to invent something.
Sophie KinsellaIf my writing comes to a halt, I head to the shops: I find them very inspirational. And if I get into real trouble with my plot, I go out for a pizza with my husband.
Sophie Kinsella