How I made writing fun again

I was 19 when I lost my sense of fun. With my writing, that is.

There I was in the college library, thumbing through the science fiction story I was working on. I felt a kind of pride as I flicked through the rough, brown pages. The story was raw, was most certainly not done, but I felt the world coming to life....

Then, suddenly, the pages were ripped from my hands.

It was Ben (not his real name), my English Literature classmate.

I waited expectantly as he read the story, I think I even held my...