So there i was. Seventeen and just beginning to seriously consider putting words on paper in college. Unfortunately, I'd also just discovered comic books that didn't involve guys dressed up in spandex. This was an ill-fated affair, to say the least.
In my enthusiasm for the newly discovered medium, I decided the best way to express myself and my bubbling appreciation was through fan fiction. Alas. It's true.
What is worse still? This fan fiction was published on a web-site! Worse still yet moreso?
It's still there.
I can look at this semi-objectively now and see that my excitement was much greater than my skill in the craft. It's an embarrassing reminder of how far I have come as a writer - and it lets me laugh at myself.
Surely, there is nothing wrong with that.
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