Elizabeth Jane Corbett

writing her way home

Permission to create – or ditching the fear factor

I’m a belt and braces kind of girl. Terrified of making mistakes. I’m not sure why. Hours of introspection and countless man-with-a-cardigan counselling sessions have not provided answers. But for a writer (or indeed anyone) a fear of ‘getting it wrong’ can be paralysing. I distinctly recall telling my writing group that I wanted to make sure my novel was perfect, so perfect that it wouldn’t be rejected. I still recall the silence that greeted this naive announcement.

‘Liz,’ one of them ventured gently. ‘No matter how good your work is, you are going to be rejected.’

They were right, of course. I’ve had my work rejected countless times. Sometimes more painfully than others. I’d like to say I’ve developed a thick skin. But I haven’t, not nearly thick enough. As evidenced by my fear-of-getting-it-wrong approach to my latest project.

Researching my first novel, I read countless diaries, nineteenth publications and more recent historical analyses in order to get my immigration facts straight. In terms of the Welsh fairy tales that run like a seam through the novel’s pages, well, I may have gone a little overboard. In fact, I learned a whole language. But although the conditions on board my nineteenth century emigrant vessel are as authentic as I could make them and, although my knowledge of fairy tales has grown exponentially, the voyage, the ship, characters were all fictitious. This gave me a degree of license.

Not so with my current project – a novel written from the viewpoint of Owain Glyn Dwr’s wife. You see, Marged Glyn Dwr was an historical figure, as was her husband (a national hero in fact). The revolt, the circumstances, all the supporting characters of my story, are historical. This makes the likelihood of receiving an irate letter from a Welsh nationalist informing me that I have misrepresented Wales noble history imminently possible.


I’d like to say that I’m handling the pressure well, cool as  cucumber as I pore over tome after tome in the state library, that my bookshop is not groaning under the weight of newly acquired purchases, groaning so loudly that when I mentioned to my husband that I may have ordered a few books, he politely asked whether I had set a budget.

Budget, I gulped, yes, of course, I have a budget.

With these tight (cough) budget constraints in mind, you can imagine my frission of excitement to come across this paragraph when reading a library book about the non-judicial confinement of medieval women:

Margaret, the Wife of Owain Glyn Dwr, their daughter Catherine […] and an unclear number of her children, all of whom seemed to have been without personal culpability were taken at the capture of Harlech and were held in the Tower of London from 1409 until at least 1413, when the death of Catherine and her two daughters is the last that is heard of them. Their confinement can be interpreted as a ‘family guilt’ confinement, or as a quasi-hostagehood intended to put pressure on Owain who was still at large.

I wrote to the historian, Gwen Seabourne, outlining my project, and asked whether she could recommend the best sources of information concerning Marged Glyn Dwr. Her answer was disappointing. Or was it? Apparently, that paragraph is pretty much all anyone knows about the fate of Marged Glyn Dwr. Which means, as long as I thoroughly research of conditions in the Tower, my potential for making mistakes has just considerably diminished.


Buoyed by the success of this contact-an-academic strategy. I contacted another. One whose book on The Rise and Fall of Owain Glyn Dwr is soon to be released (I have it on order – yes, part of my carefully worked out budget). I have read a number of titles on Glyn Dwr and no one seems to know why his military service terminated so abruptly in 1388. Or why he actually rose in revolt in September 1400 (apart from the perfidy already mentioned in earlier blog posts). Many theories have been posed. But none sit well with me. Least of all that he was disgruntled at not receiving a knighthood and sat wallowing in self pity until one morning, ten years later, he got up and declared himself Prince of Wales. Even if  that version was true, which I seriously doubt, you can’t develop a novel on such a vague premise. You have to give the characters conflict and believable motives. I asked this particular historian his opinion on the matter. He wrote back:

There does not appear to be any evidence which gives a firm indication at all of Owain’s feelings after the 1387 campaign, nor any reason to explain why he was not available for service in 1388. That means that there is nothing concrete to justify the notion that he was disgruntled but nothing to definitely refute it either. Effectively, you have carte blanche in that sphere.

The historian, Gideon Brough, whose work promises to be a great deal more nuanced than previous offerings, urged me to think differently to the received version of events, to “do something beautiful and creative with my carte blanche.”

Carte blanche? Did you hear that? There is a smattering of circumstantial evidence and a great deal of theorising going on, even among historians. Which means, as long as I do my research and make sure I understand the social and political issues of the time, I can add my own theories to the mix. Which just made the whole process a lot less scary in my opinion.


Two titles – and some thoughts on small, brave against-the-odds entities


Historic elections and women’s suffrage – a review of Juliette Greenwood’s The White Camelia


  1. That’s brilliant, Liz. What a relief and a release. I can’t wait to see what you come up with – I know you will do the story justice and give us fully rounded, beautiful characters that have a poignant and powerful story to tell.

    • Elizabeth Jane Corbett

      Glad to have you in my cheer squad Leisl. 🙂

  2. HI Liz, That’s great news about the ‘carte blanche’. What wonderful advice he gave you to ‘do something beautiful and creative’. I have similar issues with my dark ages novel, which naturally enough has that mixture of historical events and settings I need to get right, but lots of blanks in which I too can have poetic licence. All the best with the ongoing research and drafting. Cheers, Earl

    • Elizabeth Jane Corbett

      Yes, it was a wonderfully freeing email. He had loads of great insights.

  3. Menna Hughes

    Helo Liz, swm mae? Pob lwc gydar llyfr newydd. Interesting article/blog – it will be great, whatever you come up with because you want to get things done properly. Just a small matter of total trivia for you … London – Sunday 17th September 2001, my husband Carwyn and I attended the unveiling of a monument decicated to Catrin Glyndwr and her children. It was commemorated to all mother and children of the world, caught up innocently, in war and strife. After the ceremony we both made our way to a service in St Paul’s Cathedral held just a week after, as the world now knows, 9.11. Both experiences were memorable and very moving . Pob hwyl.

    • Elizabeth Jane Corbett

      Hi Menna, nice to hear f I’m you. Wow! Fancy being at the unveiling. I plan to visit the statue and the Tower in April next year.

      • Menna Hughes

        Good to know you’ll be back in the UK again. We will be off to Patagonia early next year for the experience of a lifetime. Gwell hwyr na hwyrach!

        • Elizabeth Jane Corbett

          Waw! Hoffwn i fynd i Batagonia. Mwynheuwch!

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