I Write.

I’m not the most social animal on earth, and I have no intentions in the direction of making an apology for it either. I’m a Hermit. I was born without the need of constant human companionship, I’ve lived without it, and all parties uninvolved are happy with it. If I wanted to hang out and socialize online, I would find a site that specialized in such activities, and that’s where you could find me.


My life in cyberspace is centered around writing, writers, and the lives of the people who write. I haven’t even the slightest interest in seeing half naked photos of someone I’ll never meet, and I have less interest in amassing a Friends List with half the population of the world on it. I’m here to write. I’m here to learn how to write by reading what other people have written. I have no interest in learning the text message system of shorthand. I want to read well crafted works where someone cared about readability. I want to read what’s in someone’s soul not an idle gossip on why some pretty person on some television show is better than some other pretty person on the same show.


I left the writing site ‘Gather” because it had become more of a social system than one promoting good writing. Do not misunderstand me. I highly value the friends I made there, and look forward to making new friends here. Most of the people who have come to know me, and who I’ve come to know well, are writers. This doesn’t mean they’ve been published, or they’ve made the New York Times Best Sellers List, or they have reached some sort of recognition universally. They are common, everyday people, who have it in their very soul to write. That’s the sort of people I’ll hang out with. These people, these people whose minds never stop writing, even when they’re nowhere near a pen, a pencil, or a keyboard, are my people.


I write. It is who I am, it is what I am, it is all I ever want to be, and if I never publish a single sentence, except for my friends, and if that one sentence can make that one person feel more alive, or think one thought, I can call myself a writer. When we writers do our jobs well, when we do it right, we create feelings for other people to share, and we create thoughts that other people can make their own, and when we really do it right, our readers will laugh, cry, or simply be amazed at what they feel.


I write. Nothing else I can sat can do justice to my existence than those two words alone.


Take Care,


Mike Firesmith   Mike Firesmith wrote
on 5/16/2008 7:49:43 PM
Victoria, I will write something that will make you laugh tomorrow. The sad part is I'll post it tonight.

vwhitlock   vwhitlock wrote
on 5/16/2008 11:34:38 AM
The second sentence had me laughing out loud! Especially, "and all parties uninvolved are happy with it" - :):):):) I'm glad there are other recluses in the world that don't feel the need to run with the herd! I'm not too big on text messaging either and I have often thought that I would enjoy living somewhere that didn't even have electricity. The only drawback would be my darling, sweet, lovely friend named DELL. I guess a generator would be a necessity. LOL I'm a member on gather. I joined them about the same time I did here and you're right...it is a totally different atmosphere. It is a necessity to narrow down your reading list or you wade through a lot of stuff that you can read while standing in line at the grocery store. I'm really glad I checked this place out! Now, write something else to make me laugh tomorrow!

Mike Firesmith   Mike Firesmith wrote
on 4/20/2008 6:57:40 AM
I'll miss them too, Dakota, but Gather just isn't a writing site anymore

Dakota1955   Dakota1955 wrote
on 4/20/2008 1:18:05 AM
Well written Mike and almost anything is better than Gather though I did develop some cherished friendships

Mike Firesmith   Mike Firesmith wrote
on 4/19/2008 9:06:25 PM
Thanks, Dani!

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