I thought I was writing Russian “Eat, Pray, Love,” but it turns out I wrote the diaries of a Russian Bridget Jones—and I like it, as well as many other things I’m doing in my life right now. A woman’s experience, a woman’s happiness, a woman’s tears, smeared lipstick, and self-development—all of it can be summed up in one word: a path. I didn’t fit into nonfiction, but auto-fiction works just fine :)