Daily Prompt: Singular Sensation

If one experience or life change results from you writing your blog, what would you like it to be?

Nothing much has changed since I last wrote this prompt on 12th July 2013, except for the fact that perhaps a few kilo more have added to my body weight and a few more grey hairs have appeared. Otherwise I am still the same golden oldie, queuing with the others and waiting patiently for my place in the blogging hall of fame. I once read that posthumous recognition is a great honour. The disadvantage being that I will not be there to accept my deserved award, be it the Nobel prize for blogging literature or any old Pulitzer prize, I am not fussy really. There are rumours that I might be awarded the Golden Gourd based on my results in the garden.

There were actually to be at least 20 varieties of gourds growing, but unfortunately due to the mass invasion of snails in April all my shooting stars were massacred by their 14,000 teeth and their were only the bare stalks left, except for one plant. It was a late comer, hiding from the oppressors and battled its way eventually. Admittedly they were not the most attractive gourds, but they survived the fight and are now sitting in a dish outside on the porch, until they succumb to the process of disintegration.

So what is now left? That perhaps one day some person might discover my blog, wipe the cyber webs away and find a glimmering light of hope. I have left my traces everywhere. At first they were on Yahoo 360, my beginnings. Unfortunately and probably when the Yahoo people discovered I was blogging there, it was decided to discontinue the site. It seems there were less and less people interested in taking part. Do I really have that effect on people.

So I moved on to where everyone else seemed to be moving to. A place called Multiply where I met some other refugees from Yahoo. We were a happy group with all sorts of shapes and sizes: writing groups, photography groups and even poetry groups. I do not know exactly why, but one day the owner of this Multiply place moved to Indonesia and began to invest in marketing. I decided I did not want to buy a second hand pair of shoes from Asia, or even a special offer of pyjamas. Gradually the rest of the blogging world came to the same conclusion and one day the owner of Multiply discovered that he was slowly slipping into the world of bankruptcy and so Multiply died. Luckily I had already started a back up in Blogger and even in WordPress. I quickly backed everything up in Blogger, but decided that WordPress would be my future in blogging.

Little did I know then that the blogging experience in wordPress is based on repeats, but where there is a will there is a way, and so I continued disregarding doing it all again. I always found a different approach to the problem. My Bogger site is still there surviving my backups from WordPress. You never know, never trust a blogging site, they might want to expand, throwing out their bloggers on the way and thus disturbing any chance of a well deserved prize for your efforts. Of course I am also in Facebook. I mean everyone is in Facebook. If you are not in Facebook your computer life is not worth suffering, or is it?

In the meanwhile if you are bored and have nothing better to do with your time, just make a search in Internet with the words “Angloswiss” or “Tabbynera” and you will find the story of my blogging life. Pat Gerber-Relf will do it as well, but that is the real me, the most boring part of my computer life. I just discovered that I am also listed in Google. I often have doubts that I actually exist in flesh and blood.

Daily Prompt: Singular Sensation

If you could have a guarantee that one, specific person was reading your blog, who would you want that person to be? Why? What do you want to say to them?

14.01.2014

I thought a photo of this columbine would be appropriate to mourn the loss of my recognition of being a Pulitzer prize winner for blogs. Since my last effort on this daily prompt last year nothing has happened. I wrote my usual perfect contribution but it was ignored as always by the so-called experts. Thus the photo of the columbine which is growing quite near to my home, as it is known that they grow in cemeteries, where they feel at home amongst dead matter and it seems that my writing efforts remain as such.

I am still writing on my novel “Death of a Blogger”, and as soon as it is published I will let you know. It is difficult to find words to describe the misery a blogger must endure in the daily task of writing something completely different. However I am progressing. Our favourite blogger, me, was full of inspiration when I discovered that there were new things to write about daily. I went for long hikes, crawling back to my computer to tell everyone about it. I met Bloggerman and he gave me some advice. 

“Do not trust everyone that promises a daily new and spectacular theme. They will absorb your brains into a virtual world and you will be left empty, your ideas will be devoured by the prompt monster. They will be recycled and used against you in a year, when out of despair you will think of ending it all and taking your computer with you to the lost hunting grounds of the zombie bloggers.”

“The zombie bloggers?” I was shocked. My nerves were already fraying at the edges and now this.

“Yes Angloswiss, there are many of this kind. Their first enthusiasm was encouraged, their ideas were fed on by false programmers who were pretending to encourage you to blog. Once you are sucked into their world they begin to coax you with praises and even likes. Many of these likes are sincere, from your faithful followers, but there are the blog demons that invent new ideas and give suggestions which can be misleading.”

“You mean it is a trap”

“It can become one. Beware, many are the bloggers found in a crumpled heap with quivering fingers on their keyboard, attempting to include a link on their blog, or perhaps a prize suspicious photo.”

“You mean like mine?”

“Of course, you are all victims. Do not believe everything you read..”

“How do you think my chances are to escape.”

“You are already on stage 4, the road of no blogging return. You have it in your brain, in you skin, in your nerves. You are beyond help. Stage 1 is enthusiasm, stage 2 joy for every like you receive and stage 3 the road downhill begins when you notice the amount of spam exceeds the likes.”

“Is there a cure for this? I am desperate. I do not want to become a zombie blogger. I want to live.”

“There is a cure for everything. The ultimate way is to exterminate.”

“I don’t want to commit suicide.”

“Let me finish, do not interrupt. Exterminate the evil spirits that are feeding on your blogging world, let them starve and shrink. Forget them, do you own thing and above all be nice to everyone and eventually tell us all about it.”

“Just a minute those last words I recognise. You are a spy, you want my blogging ideas for yourself. You have given yourself away. You just want another blog from me.”

“You want to stop blogging?”

“No, not really.”

“Then carry on, there is something better than a blogging zombie.”

“And that is?”

“You are already there, the blogging addict.”