You have the easiest job in the world ahead of you! This woman owns her own home, runs her own farm, and has the most incredible matched cardigan skirt sets that I’m positive are carded cashmere. And all she wants to do is bring you scrambled eggs in bed, tell you that you’re the greatest writer in the world, and never to be reminded of her occasional black bouts of memory-obliterating rage! You can do this!
I’ve yet to watch Misery but I’ve seen the final scenes which made me laugh and oddly soothed in parts. What do you mean that sounds sadistic? Kathy Bates deserved her Oscar.