Is there any truth to the Hollywood rumour that you posed as a journalist to meet John Travolta?
It’s half true. I was in the 10th grade, and I was working for the school newspaper. I had no idea that I was ever going to be an actress. I wanted to meet John Travolta so called up his publicist, told him I wrote for some paper, asked for an interview and, of course, they turned me down. But I did interview a man called William Bask, who was James Dean’s roommate. I was a little girl in knee-high socks with a great, big tape recorder, going up to this man’s home in the Hollywood Hills to interview him. I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. Would you like your daughter to follow in your footsteps? Oh God, I don’t know. I hope she doesn’t! She hasn’t shown any signs of wanting to act. How have you changed since becoming a mother? It sounds neurotic, but these days if I get in the car I do sometimes think to myself, what if I never come back? What if something happens? I used to race around on my horses like a mad woman. After I had May the man who ran my ranch said: “Maddy,
