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Perhaps I too am missing the point, but I know this. I have written under a pseudonym in the past, and have resolved not to do so again. I might use a pen name if I wish to write a work of fiction in a markedly different genre to one I might previously have written, but it would not necessarily be a secret. But under a pseudonym… I realised I wasn’t telling the story that I wanted, but that of my assumed personality, at which point I had to wonder… what is the point?

[And as for Donald Trump? If he manages to become President, I’m hoping a team of scientists make friends with an elite commando squad, and manage to blowdart him with an evolution-inducing serum which drags him out of his neanderthal swamp.]

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