I am so glad that my twenty-three years’ revenge on my brother for daring to speak anything but golden encomiums of my work made someone happy. Thinking about Animorphs fanfic still has the power to make me happy, to be honest. The series was so good. Early fandom was so good. I was reading it back in 1997 and 1998, and following the series as the books actually dropped (when The Pretender dropped we all went absolutely out of our tiny little minds) was something I will keep with me for ever.

Unfortunately my brother reminded me just the other day over email about a fanfiction I wrote when I was eleven, about the cast of Gargoyles dying slowly and painfully after a nuclear blast. “I’ve been thinking about it after watching videos about Chernobyl and it wouldn’t have worked. They would have healed radiation poisoning after becoming stone in the daytime,” he wrote me. I hate him