I’m the person on the bus that the crazy person 6 rows away desperately wants to make eye contact with and then bellow at. But then I also get very interesting personal stories from strangers on trains, and I love that kind of thing. I love to listen to other people's stories, and I enjoy blogs as a window into people's lives. Clearly, I also love to tell my own.
I write about the same things as a lot of 30-something women - the minutiae of the day-to-day, dating and relationships with men, relationships with friends and family, personal insecurities and triumphs, and the bizarre little things that happen here and there.
That's all I've got at the moment. It's all quite self-indulgent, isn't it?