I Write Every Day. Writing Is A

May I Never, I Say, Become That Abnormal, Merciless Animal, That Deformed Monstrosity - A Virtuous Woman.

Just Why I Sent It To The Publishers Would Be Hard To Say, But When I Had Finished It I Felt That It Was Literature, Because It Is Real And Because It Was Well Written. And I Know That The World Wants Such Things.

You May Think Me Crude, And Probably I Am Crude, But I Am Not So Crude As I Was, For I Am Clever Enough To See That The Girl Of Nineteen Who Thought Herself A Genius Was Only An Unusual Girl Writing Her Heart Out.

Genius Of A Kind Has Always Been With Me; An Empty Heart That Has Taken On A Certain Wooden Quality; An Excellent, Strong Woman's Body And A Pitiably Starved Soul.

I Consider Calmly The Question Of How Much Evil I Should Need To Kill Off My Finer Feelings.