I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I’ll go to it laughing.
Many scenes have come & gone unwritten, since it is today the 4th Sept, a cold grey blowy day, made memorable by the sight of a kingfisher, & by my sense, waking early, of being again visited by ‘the spirit of delight.’ ‘Rarely rarely comest thou, spirit of delight.’ That was I singing this time last year; & sang so poignantly that I have never forgotten it, or my vision of a fin rising on a wide blank sea. No biographer could possibly guess this important fact about my life in the late summer of 1926: yet biographers pretend they know people.
Virginia Woolf, Diaries, September 4, 1927 [source
For me personally, history is more important than artistic license, but artistic license is necessary to make the history palatable.
with historical novelist Teralyn Pilgrim