Yes, I've thought that, too, about her reserve. I can imagine the terms she might use to describe me in a letter to Cassandra (if she could write to Cassandra while visiting the 21st century). She might skewer me, if I tried to talk shop with her about writing. She might see me as something like an encroaching Mrs. Elton:

"I am doatingly fond of writing -- passionately fond; -- and my friends say I am not entirely devoid of taste; but as to any thing else, upon my honour my performance is mediocre to the last degree. You, Miss Austen, I well know, write delightfully. . . I do not think I can live without something of a literary society. I condition for nothing else; but without reading and writing, life would be a blank for me.'"

*Shudders*