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I'm Very Keen. Adaptations Of Other People's Work, Too. I Got Fascinated By The Adaptation Process, So I Think That'd Be A Really Interesting Task. I Would Happily Write Original Screenplays As Well. I Think It's Become One Of My Favorite Genres.

We Used To Call It Her Cinderella Complex, Because Often When She Had Agreed To Go Out In The Evening She Would Be Seized By Panic And Announce That She Had Nothing To Wear.

There Are Some Tales Not For Telling, Whether Because They Are Too Long, Too Precious, Too Laughable, Too Painful, Too Easy To Need Telling Or Too Hard To Explain. After All, After Years And Travels My Secrets Are All I Have Left To Chew On In The Night.

My Mother Was Wonderfully Out About Her Dementia. She Would Sort Of - She Would Say To Me, I Came Out To The Window Cleaner About Having Dementia. You Know, I Love The Way That Verb For Coming Out Of The Closet Has Now Become So Socially Useful For All Sorts Of Situations, Like When You Need To Explain To The Window Cleaner That You Don't Know If You Paid Him Or Not.

You Cannot Predict Literary Success; The Only Way You Can Possibly Aim For It Is To Do Your Thing And Do It Well.