oh how I hate editing posts, so let's do it together

repost from elsewhere

"...unfortunately as life goes on, where one's eyes grow sharper still, but it's a trade off with 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, naah 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..."

 

repost from elsewhere, another lastpost game thread

"...thanks, I am one of a group of live writers called "the band", we need lots of forums to perform on, since, the fundamental difference between a normal poster and a livewriter, is that the livewriter's need to repost their posts across forumland in an air/edit/backup manner, and to create new works through replies, as in feeding where posts are born of posts making this writing easy...", in fact, the goblin appreciated the dark background color, the welcome he had received to date, and the tolerant nature of place, then adding "...now all I have to do is encourage the others here to post some of their works, and to turn this game thread into an edit thread, a hotchpotch of everyone's talent then, but if not, I'll just win by default here, MYAHAHAHAHA...", win/win for the goblin in fact, who would still prefer to lose to others than win by himself

 

repost from elsewhere, about immigrating to oz, goblin declining

"...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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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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repost from elsewhere

"...well, a lot depends on what you really want to get out of your posting here..." started the goblin, welcoming the new member to the forum, continuing "...simply, I would start out as a normal poster making friends and chatting for a couple years, and then, if and when you feel you have done some posts that are worth keeping amongst them, I would start to store them away somewhere, as that makes this posting all the more meaningful doesn't it, after which, you'll need to repost those stored posts elsewhere too if only to air/edit/backup them, and finally you might wish to add pictures to your post as that is how one gets good at illustrating...", in fact, the goblin had really appreciated the poster's question now, but then remembered that no one was forced to take their own posting seriously now, but the goblin saw his own posting as a journey to self here, and what a wondrous adventure it was all turning out to be


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and with that, the goblin felt that he had made a friend then, explaining "...no, perhaps the real question here is how to create a uniform persona with a track record, one that is both recognizable and remembered across forumland...", the goblin paused for a moment, took a quick sip of coffee, and then continued "...so a livewriter, for want of another word, is just someone who reposts posts across forums mostly in a context of air/edit/backup here, why, because often newer posts are born out of replying to replies..." so the goblin fed the thread for those replies back, fishing away with his posts acting like lures then, yet the exchange in no thief, just it made it easy for him, though if the goblin was anything at all he was the result of his being create by his readers, for they had fed him into his being here, smiling "...like most things then, livewriting creates the persona who writes it, for what you write writes you back, and what you do does you in its turn, so you are this then and this is you by it too, where the muse only plays her part but you do and are the rest in ever evolving reposts..."


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repost from elsewhere, a tiff with a writer

"...perhaps we had better get some things straight here..." said the goblin, not discouragingly though, but just continuing "...your publishing world is in such turmoil where market share is decreasing daily, in that, for every new book reader, hundreds more readers are simply showing up on social networks, which is good because the publisher will have follow those readers here, they have to come, no not this forum but to these forums, not if they don't want another publisher to be beat them to the prize..." adding "...besides, this year some famous authors have simply dropped their publishers altogether for selling directly in ebook form through amazon, quite understandable since amazon sold more kendell ebook readers than physical books last year, so authors will now be in control working directly for the ebook market...", just that the goblin saw this as some new bandwagon between publishers authors and social networks, concluding "...so where does forumland moreover these writer's forums fit in here, do you not think that authors/publishers/readers alike will not be on the lookout for a persona with a high hitcount with a constant output too, in short, simply here becomes everyone's showroom today, no longer merely that writer's workshop for would be writers, simply you're bang smack in front of your market, meaning my advice is to simply ask yourself if and how you fit in this showroom window idea, and if not, how you can adjust to it too...", all of which surprisingly meant absolutely nothing to the goblin himself, if simply because he wished to remain anonymous throughout and was really quite happy with his present day readership anyway, saying "...and o how I hate long posts, so sorry about this one then..."


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repost from elsewhere,

by now if he ever wished to, the anonymous goblin could quite pointlessly gloat to himself his readership of a small book, meaning nothing though, it changed nothing too, today it was mere fact then, and yet looking back, he never forgot his beginnings on those first forums with their "last post" threads where there he had started writing these odds and ends while looking after his ever mentally frailing mother over the blurring months till she was placed into merlin's cave, that secure home then, "...for me, passing all this through the focus of my pen was an ongoing retrenchment of my reality in posts, that's all..." explained the goblin whose mask had grown from there then till it had finally stuck fast too, continuing "...no, the fun would end, the music of the masked ball would collapse and my persona would shatter entirely if I revealed my identity to you now humans, so no point then, and besides too, mum can read all these written thoughts from up there today...", and with that the music started up again where the masked ball of the internet would continue with its anonymous goblin as just one amongst the others here who were growing their masks still


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repost from elsewhere

"...I couldn't help but be touched now by someone else's post today..."explained the goblin recalling that during her looking out for pictures now, she had come across this one picture that had brought back memories to her then, her losing the baby in the first week that is, those many years ago now, her little name, and how ole she would be now too, etc., so the goblin had quickly PMed her writing "somehow an illustrator's eye is a double edged sword it seems, but isn't it better to be sensitive than insensitive to pictures", in fact, she was probably the best picture-finder the goblin knew of since only a true illustrator can see meaning behind pictures where most people would just like or dislike them


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repost from elsewhere, someone who felt she couldn't continue livewriting

"...if this writing lark is no longer for you, then just that a clean break and stop without restarting, where if then you actually manage to stop you'll know that a life without writing is what you want for yourself there, but don't then blame others afterwards, nor those externals neither, for your own stopping I mean..." suggested the goblin, continuing "...for perhaps that alone, one's self decision then, is all that is important here, in that, if writing is for you, then continue then, whereas if you are just doing it for others around you, or just for externals, simply stop then, because one shouldn't be writing for those reasons anyway, that's a deception that so imprisons you where your writing too will suffer through the fakeness of it, whereas if you continue the next thing you write must be absolutely you to yourself again or not at all, but if you then write it, that alone will be as if a proclamation of yourself now within whichever words you choose that you are a livewriter still, where I will help you in any way I can, for haven't I accompanied this far, but that choice together with this journey is ever yours alone and must be so..."


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the goblin thanked the poster, and agreed that his life at this point was very forumland orientated where his dailylife in comparison just seemed mercifully uneventful now, saying "...yes I do like those things that this dailylife offers, but nothing really gets my mind going quite like all those responses across from those many forums I am on, where either I am helping someone enter into to this livewriting world, or replying about some current topic like now, or just fending off those trolls again, where each of which engages me at a depth that my dailylife, for all it's necessity even, simply doesn't...", while outside, it was raining and the captain had commanded her minion to fetch groceries again, plus the bedroom needs cleaning too, plus the goblin's coffeecup was empty now, but fortunately there was that postholics anonymous meeting tonight, online of course, where raving craving addicted posters could relate their ever losing battle to their postalotism with texts and underlying matching pictures again, adding "...I guess I live life to be able to reflect upon it, I mean not much point of having one without the other is there..."


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repost from elsewhere

"...nah, this isn't my thread either, it's just an edit thread here, anyone can post to it..." replied the goblin who wanted to openly share this thread then, saying "...the trouble with me is that there are two of us, one me who writes directly between brackets where things generally fall foul to those slings and arrows of outrageous dyslexia, and then there's that other me, who reposts stuff that has been clearly ironed out with some matching picture added, basically the publishing me, against the posting me perhaps, where both mes have their merits/demerits then...", simply, the goblin, in his madness, actually believed that it was a journey to self here, and yes, it was true that the goblin had seen through his dailylife facade for the rat-race it actually was, and yet, instead of "stopping to smell the flowers on the way", now he was writing about those same flowers then, as if the rat-race had been replaced by the rat's very own "freestyle composition with matching picture in less that 50 words please" benchmark here, yet either way, the rat just scurried on it seemed totally unable to stop itself


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repost from elsewhere, the trolls site's "last post" thread

"...wow, my very own troll fanmail, a great start to whatever..." went the goblin, who felt he should explain something saying "...well no, I suspect that the real difference between you trolls and us livewriters is that whereas you trolls try to get banned from forums, succeed, and get banned for it, us livewriters actually try to remain on those forums, fail, and get banned for it too...", where alas deep meaningful posts written by personas in third person with matching pictures have yet to meet their full level of appreciation on most writer's forums it seems


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repost from elsewhere

"...ah no, the writing bit is the easy part..." said the goblin, welcoming the poster here, continuing "...though others may try to complicate it with silly categorizations, thus expected norms and other such nonsenses, so much so that one finally reaches a point where one tosses that all to one side and starts asking oneself "just what in my life is worth posting then" and then one is writing from that standpoint alone, and remember too, that all this only has to please one person, the one who has to live with what one has written, well that would be you in this case...", but on a more practical note, the goblin just advised xxxxx to take a trickle then, saying "...so many posters start with grandiose ideas about livewriting only to then fizzle out, probably because they were either trying either to please their mentors or their readers, or because they were writing for externals like fame and fortune, all of which are simply quite unsustainable in the long run, why, because if something isn't really you then it is not you at all, so keep it as yourself and keep it as a sustainable trickle where this journey could be a long one indeed..."

 

repost from elsewhere

"...oh no the shame of it all where my posts are better accepted on troll's forums than on most writer's forums, this just isn't fair is it..." sighed the goblin despairing of humanity at this point


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repost from elsewhere, how the band was formed, but a post prior to that point

"...the gang of loners sounds great to me..." replied the goblin somehow knowing that if one didn't coin some acceptable name soon, someone else would only coin another less pleasing name for our group, "...and besides, which one of us wants to lumped under some name like "gang of losers" then..." laughed the goblin, adding more importantly though, saying, no actually promising even "...I have never touched on anyone's writing style ever, it's suffice to remember that the reader ruins the writer by turning him or her into their own expectations, where the writer become trapped and his reader disappointed...", somehow that line at times the gods punish us by granting us our wishes sprang to mind here, continuing "...no, above all, each one of us must retain our own individuality here, it's just a loose affiliation of sorts with no obligations attached, like genres on a bookshelf, so the gang of loners is merely the name of that bookshelf then, adding "....and now I can change the line in the original post too..."

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repost from elsewhere, the first writer's forum to accept me, and still going strong

"...well whatever depth of understanding they might think they have it has never seemed enough to stop those PM warnings, thread locks, deletions, and outright bans, etc., so let's just say that to date their reaction has been somewhat uniform and constant towards my writing in third person with matching pictures on their forums..." replied the goblin who could easily reel off a list by now, but who instead just battled on without actually fighting, and yet he conceded too that this forum here did seem at least different in that respect, an exception amongst writer's forums then, saying "...in fact, the tide of things is turning if only because, whereas once I seemed to be the only one doing this, today there are quite a few of us around, those who edit and hew their post into something more than post and discard, plus many non livewriters too are adopting aspects of livewriting in their posts, where one can only continue the pretense of one's posts not being one's writings for so long till it stares them in the face..."


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repost from elsewhere

"...somehow the temptation is always to meet isn't it, to reveal oneself, post one's photos, etc., but for me that seems as cheap as facebook is, for what I really want is to be able to share my thoughts and feelings to the full here, and how can I possibly do that if I have to keep in mind who might be reading this now..." mentioned the goblin who seemed to be growing ever more anonymous as he posted on, adding "...besides, that which one reveals of oneself just dates one too doesn't it..."


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"...ah now, whenever one heckles someone else, one then has to keep up one's guard as if forced to read through their replies back, whereupon, this forum becomes distracted and loses momentum through posters uneasy to post"content" for fear of being heckle yet again..." mentioned the goblin not bothered by it though, continuing "...so perhaps then, that's why then I don't attack you back so that I won't need to keep note here, and where too, between us now, the one who is posting the content, and the one who is holding onto my shirttails, does seem rather evident then...", in fact, it almost seemed like the more someone heckled someone else the more it looked like they had nothing to offer in there own right


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repost from elsewhere

the goblin quickly confessed to their being reposts, explaining "...a livewriter writes a post like a normal poster does, but then he stores it after that first posting, knowing that each time he reposts it he will edit it slightly...", something a bit like van goth's sunflowers where he did eight portraits of them, saying "...the writing in third person is merely an indulgence on my part, simply a need perhaps, both to know what obstacles writers face when writing, and a wish to become fluent enough to counterbalance the onset of that old age later, and the matching picture is more or less that same type of indulgence again...", no, the goblin felt that the livewriter was just a pokemon upgrade of a normal poster, where, apart from this obvious storing and reposting of posts then, together with the constant trickle of output too, and that of having a recognizable persona, there was no difference between him and anyone else here


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