It's better to write rubbish than write nothing. If you've written some rubbish at least you can read over that rubbish and see what's wrong with it.
The novel was written in a language deeply unfamiliar to me, the broken English of a black girl in the American South of the early twentieth century, and it spoke to me like nothing I had ever read.
The artist and goose-breeder Monica Rawlins had all but vanished from history. Only a cardboard box of papers remained, in the archive of the National Library of Wales. Out of this dust, Bethan Roberts had to resurrect a whole person and a living voice.