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There exists a blog written to Margaret Atwood, appropriately titled Dear Margaret Atwood. Has everyone seen this but me? An entry:

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Dear Margaret Atwood,

If I told you I thought my writing was a joke you'd think I was searching for pity or fishing for some sympathy. I wonder how you do it, how do you write? In the course of day how do you bring yourself to spit out more than one sentence? I wonder how my English professor, a Dalhousie graduate, managed to sweep the poetry contests and win a few first prizes. How did he write that much poetry? I go to Dalhousie and I can't do much more than fall asleep in the library. I've become quite good at it now. I've learned how to sleep so no sleep lines show up on my face when I wake up.

I've been thinking a lot about my writing this week mainly about the story I'm going to submit to the contest at Dalhousie and embarass myself with.

When do we become seperated from what we think we were in high school? I'm still stuck in that stage.

I want to be in your arms where my whole life is warm. I want to wake up crying like they do in movies so you’ll show up and wipe my tears away.

See, I'm not making it up. Go look.

(Via Mr. Barzak.)