Every publisher I had ever met had assured me that I would have to grow up and write novels before I could be taken seriously as a writer. The result of this was that I wasted much time and effort trying to turn myself into a novelist, and had become so depressed that I was unable to write at all.

 The first book I read by Alice Munro was Something I’ve Been Meaning to Tell You. 

 After that I was hooked and read everything of hers. She  was my biggest literary fan.

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