I am the granddaughter of a Welsh coal miner who was determined that his kids get out of the mines. My dad got his first job when he was six years old, in a little village in Wales called Nantyffyllon, cleaning bottles at the Colliers Arms. ↗
My dad is a bank president and my mom was an accountant and they didn't think that seeking the life of a freelance writer was very practical, you see. Of course, I was just as determined to do it. ↗
I've been lucky enough to have had the luxury of being able to make the picture I've wanted to make each time on my own terms and without compromise. ↗
I must confess, my Spanish is not so good - except I read a little, so I started with the English but then determined that it would have to be in Spanish. ↗
What can I say? I deal with it. I think I have come to terms with my absolutely hateful and vile childhood. No, I have, really. But I did hate it at the time. I resented it. There were elements of it that were positively Dickensian. ↗