I Have Resolved To Pick One Novel

I Never Was Someone Who Was At Ease With Happiness.

I Do Have A Huge Problem, A Huge Problem. In Fact, Worse Than Watching Is Hearing. I Cannot Stand To Hear My Own Voice. When It's Coming Out Of My Mouth Right Now It Sounds Fantastically Interesting To Me. It's Rich In Light And Shade, It Goes Up And Down. But When I Hear It Either On Tv Or Even On Someone's Answering Machine, I Just Sound Like I've Had Half My Brain Removed.

I Am Very, Very Aware At All Times. I'm Watching Myself, I'm Listening To Myself, I'm Judging Myself, Critiquing Myself All The Time, And I Will Know When I Do Something And I Will Immediately Say, "can I Do Another One, Because I Didn't Quite Get That Thing," Or That I Wanted To Do Something There And It Didn't Quite Work.

Just Because It's A Bad Job Doesn't Mean I Need To Do It Badly.

I'm Finding It Increasingly Difficult To Simply Walk Down The Street. In New York, I Dashed In To Buy A Big Pair Of Sunglasses To Conceal Myself, But The Guy Behind The Counter Shouted 'hey! It's Dr. House.'