Arrived back at Joan's just in time for dinner. To it came Doris Lessing (you know who she is, a best-selling English writer of the Angry Young school) . . . and, joy of joys, 12-year-old Peter Lessing, who had learned about Benjy's arrival and has planned his whole Easter…

But then one day, you know, I suddenly realized with an absolute shock that there never was going to be a convenient time, and that if I didn't make a beginning, I would be saying to my grandchildren, 'What I really wanted to be was a writer.' So I had…

Jonna filled the teakettle in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, looking at her own face, she thought with sudden bitterness that it couldn't go on like this, these short stories that were never finished and just went on and on getting rewritten and discarded and picked up again, all…