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Blogger’s Another Beginning

As I grow older in this non-real time world, I find increasingly that I do not consider myself as a blogger. A blogger to me is someone who spends much of his free time writing a certain note of what life feels like in a particular setting, and this becomes his share to the rest of the world. Usually, if he is any good at it— let’s say, he has remarkable style or addicting stories, other people will surely follow his page.

I have not done this, even unconsciously, regularly. But by now readers sometimes refer to me as a poet, or they expect more on how I come to break stories in lines, and I think this is because as I say them in ambiguous ways. I have tried to write neatly– that is, to make what I am saying clear  and memorable… and, of course, to make it indulging if the story itself is indulging.

Unfortunately or not, my way, since I was aware at all of trying to divert expectant minds. I don’t want to lay everything and my words come off as characters in predictable clothes. I have been both lyrical and as restraining as I could make it. Since the start of my writing years, my teachers have warned me and my other aspiring classmates that we never tell but show. This is the basic rule of creative writing.

But as much as I would want to say happiness in a poetic way, I’d say something else instead like “There’s no place like WordPress.” So much for art. So much for difficulty.