Years ago I was in a local writers’ group with a woman. We lost contact, but every now and again she comes to the Big Box Store where I work. Well, this woman finally got published (good for her.) Once I told her that I wrote fan fiction and she looked “Isn’t that nice. No, I don’t give away my work for free.” I felt puny, like my writing doesn’t count. I’d love, love, lovity, love to get paid for it, but that’s in the future. Someday. Anyhow, I ran into her again yesterday. She said she was published (again, yay for her) and she asked if I was still writing. I said that I had posted chapter fourteen on AO3 a couple of weeks back, but that lingering, stinky self-doubt hung around and I didn’t tell her the title of my story. I should’ve shouted “Yes! Storybrooke PTA has gotten really good reviews! I’m doing research for future chapters and my editor hardly had to correct a word for chapter fourteen!” (And it’s not because I’m sleeping with my editor, who is also my husband.)