‘I wrote before I could write. Notebooks filled with lines of scribble and illustrations to represent the stories I knew in my head but couldn’t yet render into words.’
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‘I managed the page proofs of my latest novel, Her Husband’s Lover, as I sat at my father’s deathbed, but after that I was out of contract.’