Joe Bloggs by The Eaghams Note from the author: This refreshingly honest and accomplished short story is about Joe Bloggs, a fictional character on the internet who is a professional blogger by trade, and a freelance writer who uses social media to market himself. It's about his satirical reflections on 'netiquette' and the people. Many students use such passages and prompts or springboards: they pretend that the published writing is theirs, and they try to extend the piece, developing logics and moving in directions that are their own. — Teaching Creative Writing by Graeme Harper What Joe Bloggs wanted to obtain was clear in his attitude and appearance and all intentions, his true desire. It didn't involve explanations and the things he understood brought him to the level and state appropriate of his true self. Life was a reflection of himself. How long people tried to wing it on gossip and appearances on acting the g and acting the a but not being it, there was a gap in what they thought they were and what they really were, the great lies of life, they wallowed in a me media of mediocrity, a mediocrity society, and the fast track of underhanded gains. He learned how to write at university and creative writing courses advertised in The Guardian. He didn't really need the American tutors such as Chris Brogan to teach him how to write British English.
He'd seen rogue poetry websites that claimed to not only write good poetry but to even pretentiously teach it - the techniques were celebrated with glee! as a kind of specialisation over and above the actual excellence and quality of the works. They applauded each other's mediocre offerings with a kind of glad to have scammed it glee and the joy of belonging rather than feeling it was truly their vocation. It felt superlative in it's emptiness, though the sites were designed to look busy, it was one big lie. It's what they wanted more than what their skill level was and it's corresponding merit. People were scammed on their togetherness settling for mediocre works so long as they were together, dissatisfied and false. What belongs to where and to who, skills, merit, true worth were in a wonderful muddle. They ignored skills, and when they came across them, they became quiet contained in thought, ashamed, sometimes they would put pictures of their children in their website photos, to make it a bit more believable, realistic, after all that's what writers do. Like automatons they commented on each other's blogs, the only writer he had respect for was Lionel, a fellow blogger online. The comments that the others used emphasised saying hello (fill in the space)! first so that, it was worth the trip to their site, a good turn done and acknowledged for their sake, their name, not bothered as usual about others and their work, but saying it was great to be nice it was a social environment, with social niceness, therefore no real appreciation was understood even to their self , let alone to be written and commented on through the engagement with the work. The Captcha spelled out a weirdly deprecating word, as if trolling or spamming, that didn't make for a fine word. 1. Imtiaz 2. Mustapha 3. Adventures of Zhi Xin 4. Samuel The Philosopher 5. Little John 6. Ali and Some Books 7. James Changzhu 8. Samantha, Luke and Nigel 9. Angela 10. Agnieska 11. The Boy from Bath 12. After The War 13. Jack and Joseph 14. Actor Dude 15. The Workplace 16. On Motivation 17. David 18. Ali and Some Books