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Competition: Variations on a theme 11 (VOAT)
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Ever since Mr T fell on his sword, I have been unable to continue to read the VOAT stories, and write anything anywhere on the internet. I lament for him - he should not have closed his account, rather, he should have stayed to face the music. I must get this off my chest so I can continue to write.Evenin' Toasterspark, Although I'm new around here, I would say that it should be accepted. You were just a few minutes late, so I don't think anyone would be too browned off about it.
If you read my above comment to Mr T in the past perfect, present, and future imperfect tenses, spending a moment hovering gracefully over the smilie at the end, then clicking it, you would witness one of my Dad's favourite tunes from his childhood, and one that sent a shudder down my spine, once I saw what was happening here a day or 2 later.
Writing carries a tremendous responsibility. The subject and content displays your inner feelings. My Dad told me that he wrote nothing till he was 48 years old, because anything that came out tended to be negative, and he didn't want people to see darkness in his writing. Once he put 2 and 2 together and really saw how the World turned, he began to have the urge to write. Even then, he had to self-regulate in order to weed out the possibility that what he wrote could be misconstrued as negative to someone, somewhere. That took a couple of years, and amanfromMars helped him. It was a story he wrote about The Coventry Bliitz, using Winston Churchill as the antagonist that finally made Dad able to censor what he wrote, before he wasted time going down the wrong path and writing it. (If anyone wants to hear more about that story, just ask.)
A story by Albert J Nock, called Isaiah's Job, precipitated the beginnings of his prolific writing. Writing uplifting stories is what he's into - and I try to do the same, although I cannot keep up with the sheer volume he can pump out.
Having said that, it is not my or anyone elses place to censure negative stories, just say my or your piece, like I did after reading Mr T's story.
By the way, my Dad knows someone named Ami, pronounced Amy. It is an old Jewish name. And I have a few friends in Toronto called Samantha. My Dad away jokes about me calling them "Sam," due to the "Pat" skit on Saturday Night Live - a TV show he used to watch. A quick "find and replace" could swap Sam and "Ami," thereby diffusing the tension.
Anyway, I hope that Mr T comes back soon. I didn't know much about him, but I'm sure it was an eye-opener for him, as well as many others that tend to write about the seedier side of life.
I hope pickarooney doesn't snip the following video. I feel it is an APT video segue over to the Mound Of Hostages, where I will continue to write, using this sad episode in a writer's portfolio as a springboard to hopefully uplift and continue back on a more pleasant tack.
[edit 1 by pickarooney: as below]
[edit 2 by Nerfy: this is the missing link, previously embedded]0
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