In a novel, I could submerge my ego in a characters and let his perceptions take over.

There is simple ignorance, not knowing, and willful ignorance that refuses to know, that covers the light of knowledge with the dark blanket of bias.

Other people, including me, have written books with main characters who were old and rich. Or old and brilliant. Old sages, old wizards, old rich people.

Having to struggle gave me the chance to demonstrate strength of character.

It is not wrong to be different. Sometimes it is hard, but it is not wrong.

Now my mother, interestingly enough, was not a feminist in her own mind.

I had, of course, no model for that sort of woman being married, but I can make that up as I go along.