It Turns Up The Heat Under A

I Remember Manners, That's When People Are Scared To Make Other Persons Mad.

It's Painful To Consider Anything But Writing.

In The World I Notice Persons Are Nearly Always Stressed And Have No Time...i Don't Know How Persons With Jobs Do The Jobs And All The Living As Well...i Guess The Time Gets Spread Very Thin Like Butter All Over The World, The Roads And Houses And Playgrounds And Stores, So There's Only A Little Smear Of Time On Each Place, Then Everyone Has To Hurry On To The Next Bit.

I Found Motherhood A Crash Course In Existentialism (what Is My Purpose In Life, Am I Mistress Or Slave Of My Destiny, When The Hell Do I Get Some Sleep?) And [the Book] Room Was The Result.

I'm Named After Jane Austen's Emma, And I've Always Been Able To Relate To Her. She's Strong, Confident But Quite Tactless.