I don't envy men and I certainly wouldn't like to become one now.
I have a good collection of cookery books. This is not so much because I like cooking, but because I like eating.
I could write an entertaining novel about rejection slips, but I fear it would be overly long.
I bought a selection of short, romantic fiction novels, studied them, decided that I had found a formula and then wrote a book that I figured was the perfect story. Thank goodness it was rejected.
Every year I teach dozens of students at the University of Birmingham. Most of the students on the gender and sexuality courses are women. I guess this is because the boys don't think that gender applies to them: that it's a subject for girls.
Don't write the book you think publishers want to commission. Plenty of other writers will be doing the same thing.
Much of my reading time over the last decade and a half has been spent reading aloud to my children. Those children's bedtime rituals of supper, bath, stories, and sleep have been a staple of my life and some of the best, most special times I can remember.
When dad told me Mr Steptoe had passed away, I broke down.