![]() ![]() My publisher arranged for me attend a convention for mystery writers and readers-I had no idea such events existed. Fortunately I had some ideas up my sleeve. Following the surprise of landing an agent and then an editor, imagine my additional shock when I was asked for the next book in the series. I didn’t consider it a mystery-in fact beyond referring to it as “my novel” I didn’t assign a category to the work. So I wrote the story that was in my head. I knew who her fellow characters were and I knew she represented the spirit of her generation of women in Britain-the first generation of women in modern times to go to war. I knew she was no amateur and that her approach was unusual. I didn’t stop to consider such things as “genre” or “series”-I just wanted to write the story that had come to me while stuck in that traffic jam, about a WW1 nurse, who later became a trained psychologist and investigator. ![]() The character was a woman named Maisie Dobbs-the title of my first novel. ![]() One day, stuck in traffic on the way to work, waiting for the cars ahead to move, I had an idea for a novel and a leading character-it was a moment of artistic grace, because by the time I arrived at work I had most of her story in my head. ![]()
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