A Strangely Heartfelt Goblin (Patreon)

Down in a basement, a scruffy goblin typed. He couldn't tell if anyone would read it, but they would see it. He was speaking without knowing if anyone would hear. In this medium there was no telling what people would like or respond to until it was too late. Straight and sandy colored hair hung just above his eyes, the glasses on a thick nose the surest sign that there were eyes under there at all. A loose t-shirt and some comfortable jeans were nearly all he ever wore. He felt like that was okay. Thoughts and faces were more important than clothes by far, from what he could tell, especially when he was writing.

"I wanted to say thank you. Deeply. Every one of you reading gives me the strength to keep at this. I'm a simple goblin, but if I had two sticks, I'd come up with a backstory for each of them and invent a game out of them. Everything is what you make it, and you can make anything into anything by looking at the right angle. The fact is, reality is boring. Words are powerful. If I unplugged my brain, I could coast through my life as another little green scrub pushing papers driving in one big circle every day or two. No matter where I went, I had reasons to smile because there were places and people and stories, Piece of reality I could dissect, screw up my eyes to look at them wrong, and put their pieces together into my own way. I took ideas, I made them better, and then I went 'How can I make this my own thing?' At any point in my life, there is a muted part of my brain that is bouncing every word and sight around into bizarre shapes and seeing if that new shape looks better.

"I am so happy that people enjoy my work, even if they just read them and smile quietly. That people tell me when my posts and articles are funny. When my dirty stories about wrestling and sex are hot. When commission customers reply with so much praise that I can state my prices proudly, and if someone says that's too expensive, I can simply say "Ok" and turn to the next four people dying to hire me again and telling me that I'm one of the cheapest around (did you know some folks pay by the letter? that's wild). 

“I might have gotten stuck in this way of writing. I'm an idea factory, and I'll start games and stories, but I'll rarely ever finish without someone there to say 'You know, that's a pretty good idea.' I'm lucky to have a group of friends and family who get me, or don't and are interested enough to hear me explain. I especially appreciate all of you who have told me how much my writing actually means to them. Commenters, buyers, Likers, donors, backers, Anons, and everyone who makes my heart skip a little to see a new Like or a Fav in my email. You're all great to say so. They affirm me and my work every time I see a notification of a comment or “blank was added to someone’s favorites.” 

“Now, the ones who write in that they cried or laughed or bonded with a character… those are the real treasures. The ones who read it and tell me ‘Why are you bothering with this? Go write a book.’ I would write for my own sake if it weren't for everyone watching, but it's those that really convinced me to keep up my actual writing. It's how I have a book with my name on it in arm's reach that people are paying for. It's how I have a real novel that's nearly finished with editing, and I'm looking back on it and asking 'Is my book strong enough on its own to not need five sex scenes? ...okay, maybe just one or two!' The fact that my writing shone through all those butts and tits says a lot. That I write about ghost blowjobs and lady wrestlers fisting each other but people still express hope and happiness that the ghost falls in love despite her scary looks and that the wrestler succeeds at beating her rival and achieving her dream.

"This is all wonderful practice. I have all intentions to keep it going for the foreseeable future, and I have no idea if those lines will truly cross between real writing and my 'smut.' I want to make as many people in the world smile as I can, and the easiest ways, I find, are sex and laughter. I'm here to help distract you through the hard times and make the good times better. It's why I, Gob Sandcastle, promise to always listen. I can't always act on it; I can't finish every story that gets a vote because they're good stories and they deserve the quality and mood to make them hit as hard as the rest. But I will always consider your votes and comments. If you have an opinion for or against something, that is entirely fine. I'd like to hear it. If you've just had a shitty day or want advice on a problem, I'll listen. Go ahead and message me about whatever.

"I'm not better than you. I just tell a good story. We’re just goblins, after all. We're weird and awkward and out of place and a little bit gross. But we're sturdy, we're passionate about what we do, and we never take something for granted. Every little gift, whether it's money, a comment, food, or just a little love, we’ll always thank you.

“ #ThankYouPatrons . Stay safe and happy. Gob out."

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