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Long story short, I was the weird kid in the back of the class who couldn't do the Math lessons and daydreamed instead. What did I daydream? I told myself stories. Star Trek, Star Wars, Wonder Woman, Battlestar Galactica, Roger Zelazny's Amber series, Dick Francis' English horse racing mysteries, Indiana Jones, Doctor Who, Dungeons and Dragons, the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, you name it, I was fan girl. I had piles and piles of spiral-bound notebooks filled with stories in my illegible handwriting (Dysgraphia is often found in those who have Dyscalculia, which gives the sufferer poor handwriting, as well as an almost ridiculous inability to spell.) I wrote stories because I loved to, because it was endlessly interesting to reach the end of someone else's story and say "What happened next was . . ." It was fan fic, pure and simple. My few friends and I would write our little stories in our notebooks and draw little illustrations. The highlight of all the stories was when the heroine (Samathena, Katt, or Andromeda) got in a lip lock with the current object of my adolescent lust. When The X-Files started (I got on board at "Squeeze") I started noodling some X-Files stories in loose-leaf binders. No big. I was also writing comic books at the time, for an outfit called Comic Zone and was actually getting paid for it. I figured that The X-Files fic was just keeping the creative juices flowing and there was fuck-all else to do. One night I was at a Borders Books and Music with a friend, drinking coffee and wishing that I could smoke, when her friends came up and we started talking about The X-Files and they mentioned that there were some sites on the Internet that had fan fiction on them. The friend I was with commented that she'd seen printed versions of the stories and that I could write much better than what was out there. Since I can't resist a challenge, in less than two weeks I got a new computer with a modem, AOL and was surfing The X-Files fic sites. That was Christmastime, 1996. I wasn't very impressed with the fic that I read. There was an overabundance of MarySue Mulder/Other and I didn't think it was fair that Scully didn't get to have a sex life. So I hatched an evil plan. In August of 1997, Syntax and Measure was archived on Gossamer.
And that, as they say, is that.
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