Petunia’s Letter

So. This is a bit out there, but bear with me.

A good friend of mine, a most excellent former colleague and esteemed sister of the Technical Writing world, has taken the plunge into publication, at least in the sense of “writing things and making them public”. And I am always in favour of people ceasing to talk about writing, and actually writing things.

Edpool had the pleasure of offering some final checks and language editing on the first few parts, and now the whole thing is available online.

It is – and this was the really interesting part for me – a full-bore fan fiction based in the world of the Harry Potter series. I’d never really read fan fiction before, although I suppose a lot of things can qualify as fan fiction or slash fiction, and I’ve been known to dabble in it from time to time myself.

However, this was really enjoyable. I liked the Harry Potter series even if I didn’t consider myself a fan as such, and I really enjoyed this story (and am continuing to enjoy it). My friend “mzzbee” is an excellent writer and deserves encouragement. Otherwise, she’ll vanish back into her shell and we won’t get to see any more, and that would suck.

Check out the story here, if you like Harry Potter or fan fiction or both. Or if you don’t like Harry Potter, go and see how many great opportunities the author squandered. Or whatever. Go.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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