Caitlin Moran, a woman who I’d try to like in normal circumstances, has pissed me off. No, she has enraged me.
As you may or may not know, I started out as a fan fiction writer. I’m very proud of my fan fiction; it’s amongst the best stuff I’ve written. A lot of people read it. A lot of people really love it.
But more than anything, fan fiction is an intensely private communion between people who share, or have the willingness to try, a particular idea or fantasy.
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