We put together little booklets with our writing in them – our handwriting – for a readership of two: our parents. Think of the outlets young writers of my generation had at our disposal. Not only that, you'll have readers who leave encouraging comments on your message board, thus boosting your morale. Then you can post stories about Pod People or affairs with smouldering hunks undead for 2,000 years, which beats "My Summer Holiday" every time. You can be FlamingLeprechaun and represent yourself with a picture of a bat or a spoon: the internet lends itself to surrealism. And if you're worried about adverse reactions from your teachers, your grandmother, or others who might not like you writing about slavering zombies or your relatives, you can use a pseudonym. No one need know how old you are, what your social background is, or where you live. On – using your computer, tablet or phone – you can post your own writing.
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You're free to explore, and to guinea-pig yourself, and to stretch the boundaries. But at my age you can afford to be undignified. Maybe my dates with Wattpad are a bit undignified. Get back up on that pedestal! Strike a serious pose! Turn to stone!" Why are you sneaking out with an online story-sharing site heavy on romance, vampires and werewolves? You should be endorsing Literature, capital L. "You're a literary icon at the height of your powers it says so on your book covers. "But Margaret," you can hear them whispering. Why Wattpad? And, indeed, what pad? Wattpad, as in wattage, the kind that makes the lights turn on. O nce again people are giving me strange looks.