I couldn't resist this
Oct. 3rd, 2011 11:32 am
...the first of my brain children that I can remember was called Wild Sunrise, a saga of the roman invasion of Britain told from the British viewpoint. Its hero, Cardoc, was a young British chieftain, as Victorian-English as anything out of Whyte Melville's Gladiators. his adventures went on for ever, because I loved him so much I could not bear to part with him; because, also, I could not think how to bring them to a close. Eventually I did finish the story somehow and stowed it tenderly away in a dark corner. In due course, probably when my father and I moved house after my mother died, it sank without trace, which all things considered is just as well. I should hate, even now, for any eyes but mine to read Wild Sunrise, not so much because it was very bad as because so much of me was in it, naked and defenceless. It would be a form of indecent exposure.
Is is any wonder her books appeal to fans so much? She's so obviously one of us. :-)