I had entered my twenties convinced of the unassailable goodness of women, the beatific, idealised Virgin Mother of my Catholic childhood, and the belief that women were good (my mother) and men (my domineering father) were bad. In time, my thinking became more nuanced, which would in turn inform my approach to writing characters in my future fiction. I learned that no two people are the same and it was a lack of imagination to create them as such.