Bashful Scribe

In late July, 2014, I left a scathing comment on a chapter of one of my favorite erotica stories. I came back an hour to find it was gone. I presumed the author deleted the criticism because it was an anonymous comment that no one would miss. I got angry. “You think you can push me around, because I’m a nobody?! I’ll show you! I’ll become a somebody!“

It was very fitting that someone as petty as that would start off writing high school trashy romance as their erotica of choice. As a recent high school graduate who had slept around their fair share, I was bursting with emotions, characters, and sarcasm. I wanted to pour it all into a story. In three days, I had written my first chapter of my first story, Being More Social. I thought it would do decently, but to my surprise, it was a near-instant hit. I never stopped writing since.