Dear Margaret

So many of my friends have sung your praises. One of them being my muse featured in the margin over there to the right. The Blind Assassin is one of her literary favorites. I loved your story Children of Men**. Granted, I have done a horrible thing, and, as a writer, I should be ashamed. I have not read the book. What I know of your story is from the movie with Clive Owen. But, first, in my defense: CLIVE OVEN. OVEN? OWEN. See? I get so excited about him I can't even spell his na...
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So, yeah. About that novel. Ahem. Supposed to finish it, I thought. This last weekend. Writer's block and all. Well, that wen't...badly.

I didn't even crack it open. For one, I don't have a lap top {an aside: in fact, I just bought one of these in almost perfect working condition (just needs grease) and according to its serial number, it's a 100 year old typerwriter--and no, I'm not an anti-tech person, quite the opposite, we just don't have the funds for a lap top}, and finding a print place ...
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