I am an object of internet ridicule, ask me anything (2013)
I'd write stories for people, on the spot - I wouldn't set a price. At seven to 10 minutes per a story, I had to tell people to leave and come back. Lots of people were worried about copycats - what if I saw someone "Stealing" my idea? I tried to soothe them. In this unrealistic dream world, I was going to defend their quick composition, their status as literary souvenirs of the city, the difficulty in writing a story while the person who is paying you looks over your shoulder, and another two or three people ask you questions while kids are asking if they can "Just press one key." In my explanation of my cause, it became just that - a "Cause." I knew, from the smiles on people's faces when they saw me out typing, that I was out in the world as a positive, day-brightening entity. Many people deleted their mean comments - one person was so embarrassed for threatening to smash my typewriter that he apologized to me, and then went through and started trying to make other haters apologize. Some people in the program recognized me from the Internet.