I was four or five, and my mother gave me a big black tablet, because I kept complaining that I was bored. She said, "Then write something. Then you can read it. " In fact, I had just learned to read, so this was a thrilling kind of moment. The idea that I could write something - and then read it!
If I follow the inclination of my nature, it is this: beggar-woman and single, far rather than queen and married.