Bloody Men Are Like Bloody Buses -

On Waterloo Bridge Where We Said Our Goodbyes, The Weather Conditions Bring Tears To My Eyes. I Wipe Them Away With A Black Woolly Glove And Try Not To Notice I've Fallen In Love On Waterloo Bridge I Am Trying To Think: This Is Nothing. You're High On The Charm And The Drink. But The Juke-box Inside Me Is Playing A Song That Says Something Different. And When Was It Wrong? On Waterloo Bridge With The Wind In My Hair I Am Tempted To Skip. You're A Fool. I Don't Care. The Head Does Its Best But The Heart Is The Boss- I Admit It Before I Am Halfway Across

In My Case, The Long Gaps Between My Books Have Got Quite A Lot To Do With Lack Of Confidence. A Lot Of The Time When I'm Not Writing I Start Thinking I Can't Do It.

I Think It's A Question Which Particularly Arises Over Women Writers: Whether It's Better To Have A Happy Life Or A Good Supply Of Tragic Plots.

When A Poem Doesn't Work, The First Question To Ask Yourself Is, 'am I Telling The Truth?'

I Like Buying Clothes, Especially As I Get A Tax-deductible Allowance.