photo: hannah millard photography
Laura
Jane Williams is a quasi-feminist, say-yes-to-life, narcissistically vagina-chronicling
twentysomething who blatantly makes it all up as she goes along. Yes, she prefers it
that way. No, she isn't sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. She travels often, wears a headscarf as standard, and she talks about herself in the third person for funsies.
Laura’s
idea of of a good time is drinking pink cocktails at parties she wasn’t technically
invited to, and Sunday afternoons researching the Thatcher Government, or Buddhist
meditation, or the History of the Toothbrush, so that she can write essays for
her friends to read and critique. You know. Just because.
She
has lived in Sri Lanka, Detroit and Rome, but comes from Derby. She would
prefer it if you didn’t hold that last fact against her.
Laura
enjoys fried rice balls, jokes about poo, and a disciplined writing schedule.
She is superlatively rude. She has scribed a book, My Heart Beats Only For You (And A Few Dozen Other People), a comedy
sex-memoir about all the men she slept with to mend a broken heart. It’s kind of Eat, Pray, Love meets Girl
With A One Track Mind and YES MAN! It’s
pretty funny.
If
you are a literary agent, she says CALL ME!
If
you are potentially interested in dating Laura, she says be aware that she will
probably write about your weird sex noise and won’t call you back.
If
you are her mother, she says sorry.
