I have been ensconced in a converted barn in the Black Mountains of Wales finishing up the first draft of 'Men With Axes' - a lonely endeavour but thankfully my barn is surrounded by lovelorn sheep and fronted by a tiny, ancient pub full of bluff Welsh farmers at all hours of the day or night and not a fanta in sight.
I am thankful to all the wonderful women who have sent me their (horror) stories. Many have been incorporated into the novel/script (more on that) as illumination for others.
I now really believe that in reality EUMs do not exist and that as women it is entirely within our power to manage our love lives effectively. First, to backtrack, EUMs do exsist but we know who they are when we meet them. The problem we have is that we seek to adapt and manoeuvre the male instead of accepting - ergo desperation. If we accepted out fabulousness and moved on from men that were not working for us instead of desperately clinging on, hoping and begging that it will work against all odds, we would be a great deal happier.
Hopefully the book will inspire women to stick together anf have more fun as they try on their various men for size. Really - dating as many men as possible is the way to go. You don't go into TopShop without trying on ten different outfirs and asking your girlfriends how they fit - dating is just a shopping expedition.
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