I remember it like it was yesterday. Myspace was my blogging home. It really started before MySpace, but no one really seemed to like my opinions on things and I would randomly get banned ..accounts banned, IP address bans.
*Stomping my foot*
It was not fair that I could not say what I thought without being *SHUTUP*
Then I found MySpace blogs. In no time I realized that this was my own little humble blog and no one could shut me up. I went rather crazy with this. I created a pen name "WearBitch". In no time I had numerous followers and started gaining friends in the writing world. It was never boring with me. I made people laugh, I made them cry, I made them "HOT."
My writing was not limited and/or censored and I loved it.
Then there was the ever present MySpace drama. Finally one day, I noticed an ad on the side of the page. A writers website. Just for writers, perfect. I went to the site, signed up and bam, I was in.
On the main page of the site was a chat room. I sat there waiting...waiting...then someone named Rain popped in and back out. I waited...I waited..a few names popped in and back out. No one noticed me. *?*
Finally I typed in hi. I waited....... "Rain" appeared again...He said hi back! HELLO! I was excited..Someone was REALLY there. I can tell you something..when you don't see a person, you cannot judge them by their looks, their life, etc. We were mutual interested individuals. We were both there for the same reason. To write and advance ourselves. So there was no pretense in this like most chats and reasons for being in them.
Soon, Ralph popped in. We chatted..Then Doc...then Moon....Mari....Shay...the list was endless. There were so many that I am almost afraid to name them all because I may miss one. What was once a dead chat room was alive with writers. We became friends and it was amazing.
Finally I met the creator of the site. We all looked at him like he was the boss. We were not censored in our chats and we chatted about life, writing, it was endless. We were friends.
One evening I rushed online to my favorite home away from home and my chat box was gone. I froze. My heart pummeled. What the hell happened?
Finally I found it..buried deep into the site..a small tab.."Chat room"
I get to my chat room and there everyone was..laughing and carrying on. They greeted me and David, the site owner explained that because of me, they had to move the chat to a more descreet location on the site. I was to crazy to be on the front page. :O
I earned the nickname Tink from my friends there. All to soon a group of us broke away and built another website that opened up a larger audience for all kinds of creative arts. It was our own home and it was huge.
Over time though life caught up with each one of us in some way or another and One of our main creators, Ralph, passed.
Sadly I know I could never run a website of that magnitude right not, but I needed a home, a place where as I could get that part of me back.
*Stomping my foot*
It was not fair that I could not say what I thought without being *SHUTUP*
Then I found MySpace blogs. In no time I realized that this was my own little humble blog and no one could shut me up. I went rather crazy with this. I created a pen name "WearBitch". In no time I had numerous followers and started gaining friends in the writing world. It was never boring with me. I made people laugh, I made them cry, I made them "HOT."
My writing was not limited and/or censored and I loved it.
Then there was the ever present MySpace drama. Finally one day, I noticed an ad on the side of the page. A writers website. Just for writers, perfect. I went to the site, signed up and bam, I was in.
On the main page of the site was a chat room. I sat there waiting...waiting...then someone named Rain popped in and back out. I waited...I waited..a few names popped in and back out. No one noticed me. *?*
Finally I typed in hi. I waited....... "Rain" appeared again...He said hi back! HELLO! I was excited..Someone was REALLY there. I can tell you something..when you don't see a person, you cannot judge them by their looks, their life, etc. We were mutual interested individuals. We were both there for the same reason. To write and advance ourselves. So there was no pretense in this like most chats and reasons for being in them.
Soon, Ralph popped in. We chatted..Then Doc...then Moon....Mari....Shay...the list was endless. There were so many that I am almost afraid to name them all because I may miss one. What was once a dead chat room was alive with writers. We became friends and it was amazing.
Finally I met the creator of the site. We all looked at him like he was the boss. We were not censored in our chats and we chatted about life, writing, it was endless. We were friends.
One evening I rushed online to my favorite home away from home and my chat box was gone. I froze. My heart pummeled. What the hell happened?
Finally I found it..buried deep into the site..a small tab.."Chat room"
I get to my chat room and there everyone was..laughing and carrying on. They greeted me and David, the site owner explained that because of me, they had to move the chat to a more descreet location on the site. I was to crazy to be on the front page. :O
I earned the nickname Tink from my friends there. All to soon a group of us broke away and built another website that opened up a larger audience for all kinds of creative arts. It was our own home and it was huge.
Over time though life caught up with each one of us in some way or another and One of our main creators, Ralph, passed.
Sadly I know I could never run a website of that magnitude right not, but I needed a home, a place where as I could get that part of me back.
It was a home for many extremely creative, wild, free souls but it required the care of an angel who worked on it most of his waking day. Like most things that are too wonderful to last, it didn't, but it launched a number of writers, artists, poets and photographers who can now go forward to launch new sites -- sites that reflect THEIR special genius. It's time to "pay it forward." Life moves on at a very fast clip, particularly online.
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