I just can't think how I would go on without children having lost Edith already... It's too upsetting for me to write about them. Naturally, I still hope, and wait, wait, wait.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
You have doubtless heard, my dear mother, the misfortune of Madame de Chartres, whose child is born dead. But I would rather have even that, terrible as it is, than be as I am without hope of any children.
I have two little children. I didn't want to be missing their childhood while I was away, busy writing about children.
I want to move people the way Edith Piaf did.
I thought I had a handle on my priorities before Elizabeth and I lost our oldest son to stillbirth.
I had achieved the most important things in my life when I married Joan and had the sons. Given the choice between Joan and the boys, and being a writer, I world give up being a writer without a blink.
I had a daughter and lost her a long while ago. That's too sad a story to go into.
I write in that space between Ella's childhood and mine. I know it all sounds a bit sinister.
I denied this for many, many years and years... but you cannot help but not see a little of my mother in the character of Edna.
I didn't belong to the sort of family where the children's classics were laid on. I went to the public library and read everything I could get my hands on.
I gave up the notion of writing the life of Joan of Arc, as I found that there was absolutely no new material to be gleaned on her history - in fact, she had been thrashed out.