aside from press tours, i haven't worked regularly in over a year. while i did dedicate a good portion of my time to becoming a better feminist as promised, i also realised that this break was much needed for my health. i've found that working on anything of epic proportion leaves me utterly exhausted, emotionally, mentally, and physically. some days, taking a nap that can be likened to a coma sounds ideal.

i've been acting since the ripe old age of ten, yet i distinctly remember a time in my life where i did not recognise the person in the mirror. the elaborate dresses, makeup caked onto my face like a second epidermis layer, my hair pinned so perfectly into place... god, i bloody hated it. i've only ever really worn makeup and 'real' bras for special occasions. i'm imperfect and i like that. oddly enough, i'm far more comfortable celebrating my flaws than concealing them.

i really don't think that i would be able to function properly without time to myself or without being able to control my own life. at 17 i'd considered quitting the harry potter series when it came time to renew my contract after order of the phoenix. i had absolutely no control over my life. never in my life had i felt so trapped. having every last second of my fixed to the point that i could't even go to the bathroom on my own terms drove me mad.

i've become such an elusive creature. very rarely do i post photos to social media and i tend not to take selfies with fans. rather, i pick their brains. this is the only way that i can maintain a significant amount of privacy. i've got a flat in new york and a home in london but i'm hardly ever found. i most definitely am not a hermit: i enjoy the theatre and i'd likely die if i never visited the grocery. i'm just exceptional when it comes to hiding.