In my grade five class, we were allowed to write stories once a week on any topic and two people would be chosen to read them in front of the class. There were some weeks when I wrote brilliant, funny stuff of which I was so proud that I held my hand up that much higher so that I would be picked. Other people were chosen those weeks. Then there were weeks when I wrote schlocky, embarrassing crap. Those were the weeks I was chosen to read out loud. I knew I could do better. I kept on trying.
John Irving, Stephen Fry, Michael Ondaatje, Margaret Atwood, Neil Gaiman, Paul Quarrington, Scott McCloud, Nick Hornby, Emma Donoghue, Douglas Coupland, Malcolm Gladwell
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