The Writers Could Always Do An About-face

I Just Want To Make Sure That The Thing That I See In It Initially, That I Think It Can Be, Is Not Just Going To Be A Horror Film And Reduced To A Jump Here And A Scream There. But That You Can Take Something Away From It.

I'm Thinking About Anything And Everything. I'm Making Stuff Up In My Head, I'm Using Sense Memory. Sometimes When It Doesn't Come And You've Got No Choice Because You're Getting Paid To Do It, You Grasp At Straws. It's Always Easy Now With My Kids. I Just Create Some "what-ifs" In My Head, Something Horrible That Would Devastate Me As A Mother.

Honesty Is Not Synonymous With Truth.

Am I Ambitious? I Used To Be Afraid Of That Word But Now I Think Ambition Is A Good Thing.

I Have A Two-year-old Who Just Turned Three, And My Four-year-old Just Turned Five. I Have The Same Irrational Feelings Taking Them To Pre-school. It's This Charged Combination Of Stress And Joy And Anxiety And Excitement. When They're Away, You've Got A Sudden Loss Of Purpose And This Ever-present Fear About The Kid's Welfare. The Departure Of Our Children From Our Nest Is Not An Easy Thing.