fleamailman
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repost from elsewhere, a writer's forum where they are perhaps not quite appreciating their latest member amongst them
"...well now, I do love your reply, while honestly if you wish to become some dailylife wendy to my forumland peter pan here, so be it then, only that you will age by it much in the fashion that your books must date too, though that's your fault for being known, but that's not what I would choose for myself here, for without malice I'm just showing you how it looks from my end..." mentioned the goblin before adding "...you see, forumland differs form dailylife because none of any of this is real, and as such nothing can be proved neither, one is truly free of dailylife, and perhaps one day, when you've got fed up with the burden of being that famous author in your publishing world, or some aging woman in the mirror, or that madame bovary of all those met expectations placed upon you still, perhaps then you see why I stayed anonymous throughout, for only by being anonymous like this can you actually become whoever or whatever you wished to write as, where your having written books gives you all the more ability of becoming that very persona of you always wanted to be...", simply by now the goblin's dailylife seemed like another mask to him, where he imagined too that those who practiced writing experienced this same disparity between the freedom experienced within and that prison that was one's reality on the outside, adding "...oh yes, medusa would set her authors in those pre-set perimeters of dated stamped published stone, much like wendy's fate for growing up perhaps, yet forumland has nothing to do with all that fame and fortune cheapness, nor of striving to write as some writer should neither, naah it's about trying to be that unfettered self by way of one's posts alone in the time remaining, for this journey to self is not twice, so where's yourself here..."
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Writing rules aren't random. They came into being because they work, at least for the majority. If you want to ramble and hide behind a goblin, go for it. I'll spend my time with others who, like me, strive to write well.
"...well now, I do love your reply, while honestly if you wish to become some dailylife wendy to my forumland peter pan here, so be it then, only that you will age by it much in the fashion that your books must date too, though that's your fault for being known, but that's not what I would choose for myself here, for without malice I'm just showing you how it looks from my end..." mentioned the goblin before adding "...you see, forumland differs form dailylife because none of any of this is real, and as such nothing can be proved neither, one is truly free of dailylife, and perhaps one day, when you've got fed up with the burden of being that famous author in your publishing world, or some aging woman in the mirror, or that madame bovary of all those met expectations placed upon you still, perhaps then you see why I stayed anonymous throughout, for only by being anonymous like this can you actually become whoever or whatever you wished to write as, where your having written books gives you all the more ability of becoming that very persona of you always wanted to be...", simply by now the goblin's dailylife seemed like another mask to him, where he imagined too that those who practiced writing experienced this same disparity between the freedom experienced within and that prison that was one's reality on the outside, adding "...oh yes, medusa would set her authors in those pre-set perimeters of dated stamped published stone, much like wendy's fate for growing up perhaps, yet forumland has nothing to do with all that fame and fortune cheapness, nor of striving to write as some writer should neither, naah it's about trying to be that unfettered self by way of one's posts alone in the time remaining, for this journey to self is not twice, so where's yourself here..."
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