I can't write the same book over and over again... let it go, once it's gone! Jane Gardam bookwrite Change image and share on social
I was nearly 40 when I started. I had no fear that I wasn't going to write. I knew it was just delayed. Then, my goodness, I never stopped. Jane Gardam delayfeargoodness Change image and share on social
I gave myself to my children. It happens to some women. Jane Gardam childgivewoman Change image and share on social
I started to write as a child as soon as I could read, or even before, when my mother read me Beatrix Potter at bedtime. Writing seemed to me to be the only sensible way to live and be happy. Jane Gardam beatrixbedtimechild Change image and share on social
I hate the idea of sequels. I think you should be able to do it in one book. Jane Gardam bookhateidea Change image and share on social
I discovered that writing was very nice indeed when I was very young, and I never changed. I don't think my style has changed very much at all - though I hope what I say is a bit more interesting. It's about getting to know a character and loving them, I think. Jane Gardam bitechangecharacter share on social
I just knew I would be a writer. It just seemed the only sensible thing to do. Jane Gardam knowthingwriter Change image and share on social
When I was young and the empire was beginning to disintegrate, the idea was absolutely unbelievable, particularly to children who'd been taught that the sun never set... that's what all my books are about, the end of empire. Jane Gardam absolutelybeginbook share on social
For years, there was no man in the house when my husband was off on law cases in the Far East. Without writing, I would have been bored and unfaithful, maybe both, and the children would have been hideously over-protected. Jane Gardam borecasechild share on social
Stories of all lengths and depths come from different parts of the cave. For a novel, you must lay in mental, physical and spiritual provision as for a siege or for a time of hectic explosions, while a short story is, or can be, a steady, timed flame like the lighting of a blow lamp on a building site full of dry tinder. Jane Gardam blowbuildcave share on social