I did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record.
What is writing but an expression of my own life?
Jealously was an unjust and stifling thing.
There are hours when I must force the novel out of my mind and be interested in the children.
Where I was raised a woman's word was law. I ain't quite outgrowed that yet.
Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.