("...welcome on board..." went the goblin seeing chaoticfirefly was here now, adding "...just a victorian journal then, and simply a way to change all that
post and discard to date to a more rewarding
post and polish instead here, where the secret is to store one's posts, me I do that by reposting them to other random type threads across forumland where many posters to do take forum readership seriously, but ask yourself something
between the ebooks blogs and forums which is the one that is holding its own in views, where it does seem to be forums now...")
repost from elsewhere, goblin welcoming then
and with that the goblin showed, saying "...funny how life is built upon a mere assumption of certainty here, where the future was not promised and where one's past has slipped away, but a writer lives a shared life between his muse within and his dailylife without, in fact it's odd how anyone could ever wish to become a writer, I mean it's a practice of schizophrenia if ever there was one, where somewhere too, written in the small print on the label perhaps, it's just marked
warning, that muse does not got back into her bottle, where the young would dream of
fame and fortune here, and just receive
a journey to self instead, although not exactly short changed by that though it isn't what they bargained for then...", whereupon the goblin just laughed, saying "...chaoticfirefly, you'll post with me awhile won't you, you have more talent than you give yourself credit for...", and with that the goblin was fed up with rolling out that same old red carpet each time, thinking perhaps that, what with the time of year, a white carpet was called for instead, even if the welcome was just the same by it, somehow it just seemed more natural now
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