Sent an email to Alice Munro today, care of her publishers, who may or may not decide to forward it to her. Granted, she probably gets 1,000 times more fan mail than I do, but even famous people get lonesome and melancholy; and there's nothing like mail from a reader to make a writer feel better. At least sometimes it makes the writer feel better. Sometimes it makes the writer feel guilty and inconsequential and like she's been barking up the wrong tree for her entire life. But I took the risk and sent the email to Alice anyway.