"...well, I certainly don't work for the bad guy..." smiled the goblin at it, adding "...yet blind faith is no faith neither, so one has to do good while not turning a blind eye to the evil in one's midst, for example if one is not asking oneself whether one's church is muzzled by 501c3 then what type of christian does one become by that very default there...", but on a more personal note the goblin was troubled by ghosts, yet those ghosts were not real he knew, where dreams are not real, and where conjectures and memories are not real neither, yet just because they weren't real didn't make them any less experiencable within one's mind, concluding "...so this writing is a sorcery in its way, where the pen is a wand, and where the more I open my eyes to what I see within me the more what I write writes me back by it...", in fact, the goblin didn't question his sanity, didn't need medications, but instead simply accepted this experience as the price of one's writing habitually, becoming that shared life again as he had often called it, smiling "...so now, would you care to become a good christian witch here brinny..."
"...nice, I like it..." voiced the goblin saluting the woman in black here, then adding "...no, I love writing in these posts and who cares how this goes, and how it is received too, for here is our chance, just a short moment where the slot opens its mouth once more for us to type across its teeth before it swallows it down whole again, so all this is just our time to shine awhile I guess, yet we were ever like fireflies in the night's sky for all our efforts here
“…ah now, in all honesty I didn’t choose that title there…” replied the goblin thinking that perhaps “on sanity and madness” might have been more apt, but not minding though, just ever so grateful to the mouse at this point, explaining further “…no, the fun of this adventure is that the mouse chooses any post she likes of mine, titles is as she thinks best, and then surprises me with the result, where I for my part get to meet you bloggers here, whereas otherwise our paths wouldn’t have crossed I believe, for I can’t go to each and every blog of this blogworld here, and you bloggers alas have yet to use our forumland to your advantage now, ah no, not so much as some means to advertise your blog with dumb links meant to entice all those would be readers to your blog…”, a folly that soon failed with the more seasoned forum goers anyway for the straight off contempt it showed towards the forum, continuing “...more instead, as a real means to forward your persona towards readers, where the persona central to the blog, and that of one's posts too, are one and the same really…”, ah yes, but by now everyone just knew that goblins were not to be trusted even if he were quite happy to help one cross over from one side to the other here
"...ah now, boredom shows a singular lack of vision and purpose to one's posting doesn't it..." ventured the goblin who knew too that nothing ever really stopped one bar some given convention and all this social conditioning that stems from it, adding "...I mean don't you want to know who you really are by what you post then, yes those kiddie posts and soundbites are ok for a while, but at some point you have to really challenge yourself here, where nothing is actually here to begin with bar you focusing upon your thoughts to an open slot before you, so reach in and write out, where the bored simply reflect their lack of imagination, and how they just depend upon others for own amusement each time, but you're not one of them I hope, so keep an eye on your posts, and we will find out shortly if your as unimaginative as your opening line claims..."
"...ah yes, that is exactly the reality of most readers today, who much as they would like to read books still, rarely have either the stamina or the time to do so..." observed the goblin who went to the reader in posts, aka livewriting, rather than all that flogging of yesterways by yestermeans through publications, adding "...only a mere 3% of the population still read books, where I could do a blog I suppose, but that's an awful waiting game, so you tell me how one is going to find one's readers now, when and where you those readers have become so inadvertently addicted to this interactive content instead, such as these posts between us seem to be..."
"...well I have to be across forums to keep it varied, plus it's fun here with a nice background too..." mentioned the goblin still enjoying the freshness of the forum, adding "...no, the real battle for readership is upon writer's forums I believe though that battle has not, as of yet, heated up, if only because the majority of writers there are still more focused upon books and ebooks, publishers and self publishing, blogs and the links, whereas my type then, well, let's just say that we're more focused upon building up an active replyship rather than some blanc readership here, ah but who knows what will happen when they finally see that there are more readers across this forumland than most elsewhere bar facebook perhaps, ah no, they might be slow off the mark but I don't underestimate for a moment their ability to catch me up now...", but then the goblin suddenly realized that no one in their right mind would ever read his post this far anyway, inquiring "...you haven't read this far have you, good I was worried there for a moment as I believe this forum has certain standards to maintain..."
well, that's "something", isn't it?
“…yes, the ghost of divorce is ever there in those unguarded moments isn't it…” replied the goblin thanking xxxxx again, continuing “…it eats at one till one buries it somewhere deep within oneself to whatever passing words one chooses, only to see it reappear when it has been woken by whatever once more, yes those conjectures now, and all the could have been of it that haunts one the most, where yesterday was like today then, and where today is as it will be tomorrow too, and tomorrow, well let's just guess that'll be just as yesterday was…” , just that those externals age where these internals fester was the point that the goblin was trying to relate here
