Tweeting, online dating, parenthood – Helen Fielding reveals how in her new book she hopes to do for the middle-aged woman what her first Bridget novel did for the thirtysomething singleton
I told no one at first, and assumed it would be nixed after six weeks for being too silly. The people sitting on the desk with me were writing about politics and Chechenyaaaaa. I was writing about how many more calories there were in an olive than a Malteser (it depends on the size and type of the olive). But interest grew. Letters began to arrive for the editor, one of them – rather formal – saying:
I would quite like to shag Bridget Jones. Could you let me have her phone number please?"
Yours faithfully …
My publishers decided Bridget Jones might be a better bet than the unreadable second novel, and then things slowly began to snowball and bestsellerdom, movies and book tours followed. Talk about being exposed! I spent years and years denying that Bridget had anything to do with me, quipping self-defensively: "I don't drink or smoke and I am a virgin."