Why I hate badfic

I was talking with a friend over the weekend about fandoms and wankery and such, and I began to consider why badfic pisses me off so much, and it's twofold.

( Cut for length, wank, and use of fangirlese )

Speaking of fanfic

I found a story on Ye Olde Macintoshe. A Star Wars story that kind of fits between Revenge of the Sith and A New Hope. Only I wrote it in 1998, before the new trilogy came out. In fact, all I knew was Padme's name, and I didn't even get that right; I was under the impression that Amidala was her first name.

So it bears no resemblance at all to newly-established canon except in that it's a story set in a spacefaring society, about a pregnant woman whose husband has gone very, very bad.

The thing that kills me is: it's good. Good in that way that things you don't remember writing can be, you know? Good in a way that makes you despair because clearly you peaked as a writer seven years ago, and everyone is too nice to tell you?

I wonder if there is any way it could be made to fit. *ponders*

Oh, and I did something shocking to my hair.








I dyed it brown.