The Writer's Challenge

 Recently, I looked at the state of the economy, and decided that dying solvent was for pussies.
 Alright, I'm exaggerating; I was miserable in my job, and decided to quit in some vague attempt to make a living through writing.
 It's paid off, at least in the short term. I no longer spend my days looking at things in terms of injuries, as I used to. Every time I climbed a ladder to change a bulb in my old job, I'd wonder what sort of angle I'd have to fall at to hurt myself enough to get out of work without causing serious paralysis.
 I'm in a healthier place now, and I feel good about it.
 So I started looking for writing jobs. I found some unpaid work for a video game website.
 Now, unpaid, I can live with. Believe it or not, this sentence you're reading right now isn't making me any money.
 All I wanted was a chance to expose myself to a large audience, and not in the way that I used to do it. [My lawyers have reminded me not to talk about that.]
 So I volunteered for this site. I don't think that I can legally name it, but it's a site for GAMERS that claims to present a CHALLENGE, and there's a hint about that in the title of this piece.
 Also, if you need help, the initials are TGC.
 Like I say, I volunteered for the site just to get some exposure.
 Then I read the site.
 It was awful.
 I mean really, truly, horrifically shite.
 I decided to suck it up. I bit the bullet and sent them a couple of pieces, figuring that, at best, I'd be one of the better writers on the site. Kinda like being the world's tallest midget, but hey, it was something, right?
 Having submitted an article to the Editing Process (!?!) I finally got this response:

Hey man!

Your editor here.

Welcome to TGC, and great job on posting your first article so soon. However, I will have to ask you to review it again and edit it to structure paragraphs and sentences properly, as currently it looks a bit messy. Don\'t worry, nearly everybody does that with their first posts.

Let me know if you have any questions regarding this matter :-)

 That was it. No name, no specifics about what they didn't like, just that message, from someone who can't spell "don't" without fucking it up, rejecting me from a non-paying site containing worse writing than you'd see on a toilet wall in a school for dyslexic toddlers.






 I admit, my response was less than gallant:

 It's not so much a question as a statement: Hahahahaha, get fucked.
 I've read the site. Every single article is a ball-shattering car crash of typos, ruined punctuation and terminally fractured syntax.
 You people think a comma is something you slip into after a head injury. You think Apostrophes was a Greek philosopher. You think a hyphen is something you use to steal fuel from someone's tank.
 When you finally understand those jokes and want someone decent, then by all means, don't, whatever you do, call me. Or anyone else who's literate.

 Worst,

 -LH

 Maybe it was a little harsh. Certainly, I'd been drinking. But stay tuned, to see how this pans out.