I wrote a short story when I was about 15
it won a prize and everything; I read it back two or three years ago and almost hid with shame.
(berk, Thu 21 Jul 2011, 15:57, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

The last short story I entered in a competition
came 6th out of 109 entries. It was only a local competition. I was still chuffed, though. That judge was the one who told me I write like Nathaniel Hawthorne.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Thu 21 Jul 2011, 15:58, Reply)

I was 2nd in the region
I don't know how many that was, nor, sadly, who Nathaniel Hawthorne is. It was a fucking terrible story though. I think I only won the prize because of the epic length and ability to spell.
(berk, Thu 21 Jul 2011, 16:00, Reply)

He wrote the Scarlet Letter.
Also, well done you. Not just gorgeous but talented too. You make me sick.


You know, with jealousy.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Thu 21 Jul 2011, 16:06, Reply)

I don't write any more
mainly because I'm terrible at it and have no ideas. Ditto for painting. Ditto for composing music.

So I am none of the above, really. Are you less nauseous now?
(berk, Thu 21 Jul 2011, 16:08, Reply)

Not really
but that could just be because I'm still inhaling bleach fumes from giving my kitchen its weekly bath.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Thu 21 Jul 2011, 16:10, Reply)