just editing some posts here

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, upon receiving the ashes of his mother

"...you do understand this situation all too well then goblin..." mentioned the slot now, in fact, the goblin seemed to be experiencing two worlds at this point, one being that of his direct family in geneva where he was ever directly responsible, and of the other of his role as son of his parents in this dartmoor village, where he wasn't directly responsible it seemed, only effected by them, replying "...yes slot, somehow this house, with its wind and rain, has an all too distinct sound to it, the birds outside call differently here, the water tastes different, perhaps too, even the hardness of the bed then, all this then, contributes to a feeling of a distinct different world around this old house's orbit perhaps, but you know me just too well by now, for when dad passes on, after that moment I will never return to spoil these childhood memories here, nor will I want to know how it has changed afterwards, just I bury my past within me don't I, naah none of that facebook cheapness here, and so, dad, in asking me to sprinkle mum's ashes into the sea at felixstowe ferry, as is our way of doing these things, has asked me to break my other childhood ghost that I've not set eyes upon in thirty years, replacing it with its new ghost then...", where somehow the goblin just was reminded here of those native americans who, at some event of great importance, broke a small bronze figurine to mark the moment, and perhaps too all rooted in human sacrifice then, something as both understandable and yet illogical too, saying "...anyway slot, yes I will sprinkle her ashes there then, for this ritual is mine now and mine alone, and as such, just for once then, it doesn't need to be done "right" at all, for no, something as deep as this really needs to be done ever so "felt" instead..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the "Obama Surrendering Internet to Foreign Powers" thread

"...just I fear that the people of the united states will not be in position to stand up for themselves here, since one need look no further that the how the real power had been taken from the people at this point by the corporations, where politicians land great jobs after implementing policies detrimental to the health and safety of US citizens, and where environmental issues too for the sake of corporate america again, fly in face of the wishes of its people each time..." mentioned the goblin, who thought the UN was more like the wizard of oz, yes, but who also knew full well, that little mr jo average has almost no say in american politics today, adding "...simply if corporate america takes over its internet as you say you wish, don't expect it to remain free of cost, for even now they are lobbying for just that, sorry I love america where we know that the politicians control well the hearts and minds of its people now, yet we are not so naive as to not know who controls the hearts and minds of those politicians, for well they might retire from politics then, but where to I wonder, if not straight into the awaiting arms of corporate america once more..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

Why did you choose a goblin to represent you as your online self?

and with a quick click upon the link here the goblin returned once more far away from his lunchtime bistro, after all his escape from the cold winter's reality of his dailylife merited it he felt, where no, geneva offered both security and comfort, but it couldn't actually offer the goblin any adventure, "...well now, if there's no adventure in being this human in dailylife, then there's even less in being an old fart upon forumland..." uttered the goblin hoping that it explained why he took on this persona here, a mask then, knowing too that it only works in literature where the author believes it too, so the mask had to be perminant to be credible, and yet, the goblin also saw that most people would think along those lines of some mythical creature out of some fantasy world by c s lewis or tolkien, whereas if they googled fleamailman, they would soon note the goblin was someone who played with computers bits, and with that the goblin's mind went back to the cave some years before where he had worked as a computer repairman, smiling "...yes I was a real computer goblin before I became a mask like this, so it's an easy persona to portray since it's partly based on a truth too, while partly I also play upon most people's misunderstanding...", where looking over his coffee the goblin appreciated what an incredibly deep rewarding and even stupid adventure this livewriting was turning out to be

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere,

Never fear...I do mostly write for myself until something catches my fancy and I let my thoughts fly! Ha ha ha...But I have a question? Tell me more of this 'repost from elsewhere' I think I understand but sometimes my brain is so full I am sure it quite eludes me? Could you explain it some more? Please?

"...it's simple, I'm across thirty maybe forty edit threads of one type or another..." replied the goblin sifting his words somewhat, then continuing, "...so most of what you see here is form somewhere else where I'm editing in their reposting, no shame in that, and you can do the same and keep me company if you like, whereas you I imagine, probably have a whole bunch of stuff in various places and in various formats, which you could amass together here, doing what is would be your first posting then...", the goblin likened it perhaps to first editions of books where second editions became reposting perhaps, smiling "...your first edition then, later you'll have a fine body of works for more readers across forumland than you would have reached in either that bookworld or that blogworld, but more importantly you'll have developed your style too, for example this is how I tackle poems then, the title in the poems goes directly above the work in bold without a blanc spaceline, where the author's name goes 1 blanc spaceline below the poem and 1 blanc spaceline above the picture, meaning that when you finally repost those poems across forumland you'll receive feedback, or just be able to store them in a neater order now, where you'll correct any bugs in the process, so that is why a livewriter reposts, where a poster just posts once each time, so now you understand me more, which method do you think serves one better in the long run..."


Ex-girlfriend
If I had known what I know now
I would not have asked
nor grown somehow
into that person in your past
who remembers you still.

If I had better hidden what I hide today
I would not have shown you
nor given away
the me that remains out of view
that l have to kill.

If I could hate you like I hated then
I would not have come today
nor dashed again
these passions lovers pay
when all comes to nill.

-fleamailman-

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

01/feb/10 dear son, your mother died at about 2.30 this morning. love, dad

and so the sword of damocles had finally fallen softly upon its near lifeless corps to end it all, and yes, the goblin had grieved bitterly once, though not here, not today then, not at this point of death, ah no, it had been three years before now, and even before she had had to enter merlin's cave, the goblin explained "...no, looking back now the bitterest moment was the shock, while passing up the garden path towards the village square again, of a sudden damming realization, that she was already gone, her mind that is..." the goblin paused, as if trying to relate it here, continuing "...anyway, a short while later one adjusts to it, shrugs it off, and is still different toward her, as physically she is still there of course, yet as dead too, just someone else even...", but the goblin didn't know how to explain it further, so he once more rested his jaw on the cupped hand of his forearm placed like a greek pillar on the wooden table and waited thoughtfully until inadvertently his tongue felt into the giant hole of a molar whose root had died some while back now, saying "...ah yes, something like this molar then I suppose, funny until today I somehow couldn't choose her ghost to recall her by, but from today then, she's my mother again, whole as I always knew her..."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzcBGrxgWgc

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[fleamailman]

repost form elsewhere

is there a place one belongs

"...no, there is only ever this forumland here, so wherever one goes it just remains oneself on forumland somewhere for the forums in themselves have no separate existence, perhaps they are the abode of the personas upon them then, yet they shoot up and fold like so many trees in a forest, they're the meeting places of those personas who nestle within their branches, so whether it's this forum here or some other forum then, or wherever for that matter, the forum just is there, and instead one must look to one's own persona and the security of one's posts too upon it's of value to you..." ventured the goblin, trying to bridge his feelings now, adding "...so why do most adults hide behind a persona like this, where most youths display all their personal details in full view, could it be that the less one is known the more honest with oneself one can be, so perhaps too, it boils down to a choice between one's being honest to one's interior or just being that facebook exterior each time, adding "...so in reply to your is there a place one belongs question, I guess my alter ego that is represented by my persona belongs to this forumland then, where often here is more me to myself in truth than that mask I use in dailylife..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

“...just that the television is yet another direct theft of time goblin, whereas cigarettes are only indirectly so...” mentioned the witchdoctor who always seemed to smile when explaining something, then continuing “...you see goblin, imagine you're spending one minute a day on something from the age of 20 right up till one is 60 years old, well more or less all one's working years then, well now goblin, do you know how much time that equates to here...” the witchdoctor broke into a soft slow laugh then continued “...just over ten days goblin, now imagine too, all those people who watch television for at least three hours a day then, where most people are watching television from the age of five too, and a lot more than three hours at a time I guess, so how much time goblin would you equate that to now goblin...”, the goblin just listened in, strangely he always liked the witchdoctor's logical ways, so the witchdoctor continued on, saying “...well now, that's at least four and a half years, simply one has lost that time to one's television then, or in commuting to work, or in whichever other habit one applies one's time to...”, “...yes but how could that possibly be worse than those cigarettes that kill you so horribly in a painful death, and at such a cost too...”, “...agreed there goblin, but we're not talking about one's health or one's wealth at this point, we're merely talking about time and losing time at source, in that those cigarettes shorten one's life in the end, but no, the television and those other habits too, steal your time the moment you actually partake in them, I mean imagine if you were run over by a bus at the age of sixty, well then what actual difference would have your smoking made to you, yet the time stolen at source is already lost and lost forever too, that's my point goblin..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

Sometimes I wonder if I'm a bad person... or does it make me a murderer because I think like one...?Am I insane?

"...no one can control their own thoughts, and the madness is in thinking that one somehow can, so no, the crime is only in the action, where your thoughts are your only freedom and yours alone, simply the "journey to self" rides on the back of a base animal here, part demon part angel but it's still you all the same..." mentioned the goblin, repeating "...oh no, in society one cannot have freedom, but within oneself one can hold on to one's secrets if one is strong enough to do so..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere,

"...then I will share with you the little I know about ghosts..." replied the goblin "...though I will let you ask me what you wish to...", meanwhile somehow the bonfire in the garden must have still been burning, for that feint pungent smell, together with the slight twitching of the eyes in irritation, caused by it of course, continued even now, as the goblin looked alternatively down at the wooden table's surface and up at the screen in a slow pensive manner as the night progressed its way once more, "...the room of my childhood this, later the room of my guard duty through my mother's demise, and how I strained my ears to hear the rattling of the child-gate downstairs, knowing that it didn't stop she her really, only that it bought me enough time to halt her there, where I could then lead her to back to her bed, though that's dementia for you, just the balance goes so these stairs are out...", the goblin strained his ears now, and, bar from the steady hum of the computer, the night's silence was its norm of course, but even so, it didn't stop that feeling of "any minute now" within him at this point, so perhaps her ghost, in this room at least, if one could call it one as such, was not some apparition at all, but merely this sensation of constant guard-duty then, or perhaps just an imagined rattling of the child-gate below form moment to moment, that "any minute now" again and again and again

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

the goblin realized that if he didn't go to sleep, then no doubt sleep would just come to him instead, but that that urge to be that last poster on this "last post" thread here was ever constant, ever the norm then, yet it wasn't the taking of very last spot on the "last post" thread with meant anything, instead it was the actual understanding that it indeed might be one's very last post on that thread, and that if so, then "how one wins with what" should matter, the goblin knew what he wanted but know what to write then, saying "...how lame it would be just to write "I win" in place of winning this post with style then is my point I suppose..." and with that the goblin pressed the post button with a lone finger, as if with his hands still clutching for it, yes it was never enough he felt to win without writing something truly worthy of his pen, for that it seemed was the constant that pushed him ever on, smiling "...me by my pen then, and thus by my pen me too, for that's all I ever am here, just me by my pen each moment..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, written on american election night

oh no, the goblin loved fantasy, saying "...those amazing stories are not to be forgotten, for they enriched my childhood, and fuel my imagination still, the american dream was still wonderful was it not, even if it had been just that then, only a dream that is...", so the goblin saluted america once more, and waved and cheered as the political spectacle passed from state to state before his eyes like so many wondrous balloons in macy's thanksgiving parade, saying "...well, a dream is still better then no dream then, for reality would be bleak without one, so god bless america..." was all that he could muster in its passing

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the goblin reading another livewriter's posts

"...well if you ever wanted me to think deeply by your posts, full marks to your post then..." replied the goblin going back to reread it once more, returning to topic and then continuing "...where perhaps the fact that none of my credentials can be proven here gives me a great freedom to simply dump them even if someone else might want to become know by what they write, I just don't, it's personal choice I suppose...", in fact, goblin was thinking of just how honest he had been of late, concerning various aspects of his personal life, for example, his anonymity had meant that he could come to terms with his mother's demise openly across forumland here, his not grieving at it, even to the point where, when his father asked him "what hymns then", and not knowing many hymns, let alone catholic ones, the goblin had merely suggested good king wenceslas for the cremation service, where even dad had to laugh at the thought, where in fact it was all humbug anyway, mum had been a devout atheist, albeit one indebted to the nuns for her beloved convent-school days, so much so that she then helped them one way or another throughout her life, the goblin explained "...oh yes, mum had, to all intents and purposes, been brought up as a good and true practicing catholic atheist...", but no, the point the goblin was making here was that the goblin was drawn to xxxxx's posts not by any of those writing credentials, but instead simply by what he read directly in her posts, so one could very different in outlook from someone else, even in one's beliefs too, and still help that person, smiling "...well isn't that just that humanity that you humans aspire to, guess mum was like that then, she reached over her differences to them, as I do now..."

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[Catavenger]

 

[fleamailman]

(thanking the catadvenger for his token of encouragement the goblin got back into his posting stride in an effort not to disappoint, saying "...thank you my dear humans I am most humbled by your kind reception here, I like your forum immensely and will do my utmost to be a model goblin now...")

repost from elsewhere, someone whose parents filing for divorce here

I have always clung to what keeps me alive...but he has now decided i am worthless...Now I have decided I will not cling to life and let go...And decided to let go of living...And die....No use for me now....

"...ah but I'm a child of divorce then, as is one of my children too..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...so let the courts decide things here, yes but never close that door just because you are told to do so, instead you must find your own way here, just leave the door ajar, without expectation though, I know that it's both difficult and soul searching, but I also know from my own experience that the "you" that results from all this will be a deeper more appreciating person than someone who hadn't wrestled the angel here, and no, life's angels are not there to be nice, they're there to help one find oneself through wrestling them...", and besides that today the goblin had came back from his mother's funeral where amongst its sadness he still appreciated that one of the greatest blessing was simply understanding that she had fought till her end, dying in her turn as she had to though, yes, all in the right order too, the goblin then explained "...you see, it's so sad when someone dies unexpectedly out of turn, the pain just ripples across the whole family hurting everyone, not just parents, but brothers and sisters, family and friends too, and for the rest of their lives it seems, so keep that door ajar however much it hurts inside, life's angels are to be fought, one's pain is pain for sure but it opens the eyes to the suffering of others..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

the goblin too, often saw his memories like recurrent ghosts now, just everyday articles as containing associations, saying "...well yes by nature I'm highly subjective towards my dailylife here, for example, there's the spirit of a place, or an association of an object, both are as ghosts to me, something one experiences from it , oh yes, it's very real to me and very just like there each time, same thing when matching texts to pictures, where amongst the umpteen, one picture seems to jump out saying "me me me" here...", whereupon the goblin thought upon an example where, when passing through the graveyard in the village on his last visit to england after the loss of his mother, he suddenly felt like looking at his ancestor's grave, something he hadn't done before, nor knew why, nor even which gravestone neither, where, after many minutes of going though row after row of tombstones in the growing graveyard darkness much like sifting through those pictures again, he finally came across a stone simply reading his ancestor's name, whereupon the goblin just looked at it a long moment knowing that there was really nothing to say nor anything to communicate within that silence neither, just that the goblin was placing a picture in his mind to the event, as if matching it to himself before turning back to the living and dailylife once more

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, written a short while after the event

"...ah no, my mother's mind had died some time back, so it was only her physical shell that had followed her here.." replied the goblin, remembering how her bedridden mindless yet living frail body, with its unhealed hip-wound too, had been someone dear to him once, but no, her death had simply ended the farce of it all in a sense of release and completion of the mercy of it, and in its wake this image perhaps, of one more defiant standing stone, like the last one of a line had joined its brothers and sisters in long row of stone set in its place by all this final event then, "...so stand well mum.." the goblin simply spoke into the scene now, adding "...but sleep too, for I won't dwell upon this past until its really my turn to do so..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...well imagine, if you were to add a picture to each post you did, what type of eye for posts you would get after about a year of doing so..." ventured the goblin, adding "...three goals here, a writer's way with words, an illustrator's eye, and a credible persona but, of those, where a credible persona, or one's internetself if you like, seems the most important one, I mean to actually create something that is beyond dailylife's grip, something both ageless, faceless, responsive, and mercurial then..." explained the goblin, who coincidentally lived next door to an old age home as if it were to underline the whole point to him once more, the point being that if one doesn't learn to fly like peter pan whilst online one will share wendy's fate of living ever grounded by those externals then

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, another "last post" thread

I win now

"...capital, if I may use such a term here..." replied the goblin, continuing "...but do win this game in style then, and post against me if you like, ah but at some point evolve beyond that to post against yourself too, remember writers don't need a reason to write, they just do, whereas most people don't need a reason to write either yet they just don't, so where is your pen human while life's beauty surrounds you still, win with writing style is all I'm saying..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, having fun but going down in style

you're not one of us, so it's OK to flame you, besides I'm mod here and I don't owe you anything

the goblin paused for a moment, sipped his coffee, eyed the clock for the time left before work against the mountain of notifications he still had to reply to, continuing "...no, actually if you want to attack me, attack me on the fact that I am selfish, that I am really not posting for your forum at all, or, merely that I'm continuously creating posts that I can be reposted elsewhere, or that I am using this facing the slot ritual here as in a journey to self then, or trying to know who I am by what I post too, just borrowing a third person writing style to know first hand how writers tackle it...", but the goblin felt that xxxxx and the others here were trying to turn everyone into themselves to their own buy one, get one free benchmark here, "...listen, regardless of how you cut it, the hit count just becomes the way of knowing if a thread and its posts are working, moreover, if people don't like something as much as you claim now, they wouldn't keep coming back to look at the latest post posted upon it each time, I mean it's not my fault you don't take your posts seriously enough to revise them across forumland like us livewriters do..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, talking to a livewriter about yet another ban then

frowning, the spirit leans back and looks about. "I am saddened by the news..." she shakes her head. "And there i thought all would be well. Alas, i seem to see things wrong."

"...already forgotten, promise..." replied the goblin truthfully enough, adding "...well, there's a watershed moment coming, where my biggest fear is that opposite fate where livewriting is actually accepted, and where the pioneers are then lost to the mainstream of livewriting once more and hence my own demise by it, yet why should I care for I was anonymous anyway...", simply the goblin was thinking of the scene in the film the tin drum where the austrian dwarf stubbornly beats his drum at a constant waltz pace against the military nazi party's music as slowly the austrian band stops towing the nazi theme and resorts to type playing its waltzes once more, "...just that this writing on forumland here is not that bookworld for all their dumb dictates to otherwise, no, one's reposts are livewritings pure and simple, just interactive content ready for replies back, and what's more, the more anyone posts upon forumland like this the more austrian band like they will become by it, so away with that bookworld now, for their place is not here if none of them will write in their posts for a forum readership that surrounds them as we speak..." exclaimed the stubborn goblin ever banging his own drum at this point

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ud6xg-cWS38

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the "if you could be younger" thread

the goblin could become whatever age that elixir was meant to make him, but inside he would just be the age he was today, saying "...once one knows for sure the consequences of one's actions one's youthful innocence together with that devil may care attitude too, doesn't return however young one might look on the outside..."

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repost from elsewhere, about a forum the goblin had given up on as dull, tedious and twee,

"...naah, simply I stopped compromising myself towards them now..." replied the goblin, explaining "...in that as far as I know I'm not banned there, but nothing is owed here, moreover once they deleted my thread out of the blue, the compromise was over, where being on forumland here, more forums abound that stars in the night's sky, where their loss is now your gain I suppose, I mean why compromise to that which one can't trust, their goals aren't shared by me, no, I want to write for forum goers directly, after all, if nanowrimo was what forum goers wanted to read then why don't we know who the participants are, or what they are writing then, there's no connection so the forum goer goes disconnected, what has that book writing stuff got to do with this short interactive content here, look we're here so lets think like we're here now...", but either way then, that forum was minor anyway, and it was elsewhere again, on larger writer's forums that the real battle for readership was, where the goblin was usually pitched against those posters who all busied themselves about becoming "the next big forgotten" with all that "how one should be writign books for the publishing world" delusion, or who tucked themselves away in some unseen lone blog somewhere, where clearly most readers saw far more posts on threads than they did pages in books or blog entries in blogs, passing over anyone who smacked of pure and perfect grammarnarzism on forumland, admittedly all something that hardly endeared the goblin to them however obvious that truth might be today

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, (Jats's line again)

knowing that posting is not writing unless it is turned that way.

"...beautifully put, thus the humble post too can become writing if turned into it then..." ventured the goblin, adding "...wow yes, and what's more, we've going to prove it, and prove it the hard way too, amazing to think that all I was doing was just trying to create a persona against my old age here, but this is turning into something more wondrous still...", yet the goblin felt it best not to argue with anyone as to whether writing in posts was actually writing then, no instead he would only prove it to himself by doing so, well, if that were at all possible now

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, same old stuff a writer's forum, where egos abound and infighting results, king of the molehill too

the goblin became curious now, asking "...I mean since this is a writer's forum here, what type of writing do you intend to do within your posts here, where I'll help you where I can now, for example, I can introduce you other livewriters who both illustrate and narrate their posts, plus I can offer you other forum/venues where you can air/edit/backup your posts to a large readership, yet you for your part will only get out of this venture that which you put into it, moreover there's no fame nor fortune to livewriting neither...", just the goblin felt that so much was being sidetracked by this infighting here, where wouldn't it be better to focus upon three goals instead, their being a writer's way with words, an illustrator's eye and a credible persona, to which the goblin just smiled to the words "...so now if any of those goals doesn't make sense, just ask before you dismiss them out of hand, or what we do for that matter, oh, so good luck with your posts then, for improving your writing skills is why you are here I imagine, where even if the posts are not the reason why you're here, the readers around you will still judge you by your posts mostly, so best leave that infighting for those ebook peddlers, for we're got readers to feed directly and this infighting is holding is back..."

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repost from elsewhere, just sharing

the witchdoctor smiled “...goblin, you think it's a recession because they have told you that it is one, but look at it more closely, every recession to date has been investors withdrawing their investment in late autumn, causing the market to slump, whereupon an injection of capital from either banks or governments props things up until, that too, proves futile and one has the recession for sure, but a recession, like its namesake, is supposed to eventually return things to what they once were with a recovery...”, to which the witchdoctor leaned closer to the goblin, continuing “...so now, with a trillion dollar debt and one dollar in ten going to service that debt too, and with far too much money in circulation anyway, and that ever unchanged "upside down demographic pyramid" too, still think it's actually a recession goblin..." at which the witchdoctor took a deep breath and just continued "...it's a “default” goblin, financial musical chairs if you like where the music has stopped, america will survive goblin, but it has filed for chapter 13 in all but name now...”

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repost from elsewhere

Smiling the spirit looked at the goblin. "I write for my self, my thoughts, my feeling, as always, but also i write to someday be as beautiful with words as you. It is a goal, to be a master of words, and, of course, their knowledge."

"...you already write more beautifully than I do..." replied the goblin, adding "...and agreed, there's a great freedom in this writing for oneself now, though it's also amusing to know too, that amazon sold more kendell ebook readers last year than they did physical books, so I suspect that gearing one's writing to tablets rather than pages is not such an odd idea after all..." replied the anonymous goblin, ever intent to remain anonymous too, and yet still wishing to cut a name for himself here

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repost from elsewhere, someone who wanted to give up writing her book

I've lost the person that inspired me and kept me going strong... He isn't inspiring me anymore.... It's not his fault though.. Because I am the one giving up...

"...perhaps you should pass up on that which you feel not to be you at this point, for whatever remains, that which you find that you can't give it up at this point will be you for sure, but either way then this writing is simply a journey to self here, nothing more than that then, so don't ever feel guilty about not writing as you've nothing to prove nor defend here, for a fake book is like a prison..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...instead, write from time to time then just to keep me company if you like, yes that would make me most happy indeed, so relax about it, the writing is here for you not you here for the writing...", and then the goblin smiled "...anyway, even without any of us the show will roll on in its way anyway, where this posting isn't about trying to write, nor about trying to meet some deadline neither, no it's more like communicating then, it comes with the practice of it, so talk when the mood takes and listen in when it doesn't, all in good time for your book will write itself out of you when it's ready, so don't force it is all I'm saying..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...unfortunately as life goes on, where one's eyes grow sharper still, but it's a trade off, a new painful awareness for one's previous innocence, but one can never return to that innocence of before, I mean one can't unknow something once one knows it for sure..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...btw, I like your writing immensely, don't compromise for the sake of readership, stick to your style instead and let the reader come to you rather than of you're going to them there is the key I believe..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, about immigrating to oz, goblin declining

And make sure none of you Brits and Euros, and Americanos row your little boats down here, looking to migrate to the land of milk and honey, that is Australia! Only joking, you're all welcome to come, but can't guarentee you'll get past airport customs. They're a bit thorough here, with their search techniques.......

"...ah no, me, I am going to live on forumland instead..." replied the goblin, adding "...oh yes, the old fart creates me still, though if he creates me well enough, I will take over from when he exits, well as a livewriter till that moment then, and as a once written work after that I suppose..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere,

"...oh yes, there's always one in one's schooldays isn't there..." continuing "...that too thin quiet child who's always coughing and out of breath in the school yard at playtime..." said the goblin remembering him now, repeating it then "...just one more kid from younger another class now, looking smaller still though, and quiet, reserved, nothing much, except for that open-secret about him...", the goblin thought back for a moment and then continued "...no, in school you could be fat, ugly, or whatever and still get teased for it, but this was different, no one said a word out of place, except that he was out of place or more exactly out of time, and then, after a while he didn't show up in the playground anymore, and the rumor went around that he was in hospital again, till that morning, where gathered at assembly, we were told that he is no longer with us...", and the goblin would have forgotten all this still, if a picture hadn't suddenly reminded him of it, concluding "...and what snakes and ladders all these pictures searches become, just that the illustrator's eye enhances associations and flashbacks that one had all but forgotten..."

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