I was writing an earnest novel about cruises in the Caribbean and I just started writing 'Bridget Jones' to get some money, to finance this earnest work, and then I chucked it out.
You take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.
I love marriage. I failed at marriage, but I'd rather go into anything with gusto and fail than go into it half-assed.