I should tell you, yes, or did I say this in the piece, this is essentially how Kate and I met because I retained an apartment in a little hotel on a lake. And in the summer of '82 I was working on my intolerably obstructed book, A Leg to Stand On. That damn book took me 11 years to write, partly because I... it kept going wrong and I couldn’t bear thinking on the accident. But by '82, I think I’d got to convalescence, and I was writing about this... at the little hotel; I’d swim in Lake Jefferson and as I swam paragraphs would start to... to write themselves in my mind. And when I couldn’t hold any more in my mind I’d land and quickly write things down, obviously dripping all over the manuscript as I did so.
And when this manuscript was received by my publisher he said, first, no one had sent him a... a hand manuscript in 30 years, second, it looks as if this one had been dropped in the bath. And he said he didn’t know anyone who could do anything with it, except... 'Yes', he said, they’d had a remarkable young woman who’d been working at Summit, but now she was freelancing on the West Coast and that he would send it to her.
And... this is Kate Edgar. The manuscript came back, it was an amazing piece of, I don’t know what word I want... it was deciphered quite amazingly, I couldn’t have deciphered it myself. And there were all sorts of intelligent and interesting and creative questions and suggestions. And I wrote back and I said, 'Dear Miss Edgar, you’re fabulous, if you ever come to the East Coast look me up', and there she is, 27... oh, nearly, I’m sorry, 29 years later. 29 years later.