Party Time! Excellent!
So I wrote in the last installment, Zim, Finn, and Shim were hitting a bit of a snag because the trio had whittled down to just uno. The lone writer (me), was beginning to burn out but really wanted to keep going. So one day I just decided that I had to return to writing and go full bore!
In our current age, we are all aware of internet trolls. They visit even the most mundane websites and attack others from behind a fake profile. Some are actually harmless and funny and some are done to mock something the creator dislikes. But we can agree that for the most part; trolls are a pain in the butt.
As I began to read through my old copy of the Surfer Magazine, I instantly noticed something odd.
The first thing I noticed was a letter from Zim, Finn, and Shim announcing our return. Of course I also had to put in a dig at Mr. Novak…sorry Walt! Then I noticed something else. As I began to thumb through the letters; I saw that many were also written by me. Some were written about the articles. Some were positive and some were negative. All written under different aliases that I created. Like the first letter.
All written out to manipulate the outcome of the letters that the readers would sift through to high-light the Zim, Finn, and Shim posts.
I have a few fatal flaws and one is that I sometimes am too loyal. There are times when you have to think about yourself and bail out! But there I stand. Alone on the deck of the vessel while the captain and crew are rowing off to safety.
The fine folks at Bullfrog Suncare Products held a contest for the Story of the Year so I entered that as well. Imagine my excitement when I won! Now imagine my excitement many years later when I realized that I won a printed advertisement and won as Zim, Finn, and Shim instead of as myself.
As before, our triumphant return quickly became me working at a frenzied pace for a few more issues to be printed and then just finally chucking in the towel. The trio had become history. As for my writing, it too also died. Only to be resurrected occasionally to write sappy letters to ex-girlfriends or to create Please Come Back! letters after I did something wrong. At work, I was also the chosen one to write boring training manuals and mundane PowerPoint presentations.
Thanks to this blog though; I am back to writing. The passion is back and in a small way; Zim, Finn, and Shim will not be forgotten.