Subject: Fanfiction and Life
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Posted on: 2009-06-06 01:58:00 UTC

Hello lovely people.

Owing to the small and fancy nature of my high school, my graduation ceremony (yesterday! I finally have my diploma!) included a brief blurb read aloud by the Head of School regarding each graduating senior. Mine was almost entirely to do with my writing which, if predictable, was nonetheless gratifying. I have since been meditating on how the great distance I have come throughout my eighteen years. One of my only kindergarten memories involves the intense jealousy I felt towards my friend, who had won some little award or other for her short story. I did not understand why I couldn't write. Really, writing was a closed book to me up until the age of twelve, despite my love of books themselves.

I'm sure you're wondering where I'm going with this, so I’ll get to the point. The idea that I too could write only really took hold after I began to read fanfiction. Some of it was very bad, some was very good, and all was anonymously critiqued. Naturally, my first attempts at writing my own stories regarding my favorite books were awful. However, with time and practice comes improvement, and my own improvement was rapid, urged along by a solid stream of encouragement, flames, and helpful critiques.

The story goes on of course, but I would be curious to hear some of your responses to this question: What role does/has fanfiction played in your life? For me, it ignited a fierce passion that I've come to rely on immensely; how has it affected you?

- MB

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