This is Dedicated to The Writers of Hub Pages
This morning I found out in the forums that a hub member passed away. His hubs are still up. He is an amazing writer I never got to meet. Thankfully his hubs will remain.
Most of us are grown ups here really, this is for those who have difficulty knowing where they stand. This is a social community of writers. Every type of writer is here, from techies to trekkies. There is no writer who hasn't seen it all. Don't feel hindered, watched or censored. This is Hub Pages.
There are many who have come and gone since I have been here, and apparently this has always been the case. Please, do not take lightly the words I have chosen to describe the tearing down of your hubs.
Imagine the book burnings that have taken place all over the world. If there is something in your hub that is against the Terms of Service, Fix it. Duplicate = Rewrite it! Adult =Tone it down a bit! Don't post Porn, it's a writing site. There are plenty of other places to get that. It is against the rules.
We all came here with a reason to write. Most of us came here to make money and found a family. Do not think for a minute that anyone takes pleasure in telling you there is a violation, or in flagging your hub.
Commenting, based not on the hub, but an argument earlier in a forum? Really? Childish? Yeah. Grow up we are all writers here. If you don't know how to say something nice, or constructive, leave it to those who do.
I have haunted the forums for weeks watching for the "I'm Leaving" threads. How can any of you chase someone away? Oh yes, some are unclear as to why they never got any traffic. There are plenty of hubs written about how to remedy this. I know about that. It is the ones who have been "hurt by words" that I look for. Don't hurt my PEEPS! It is unbecoming of a writer, and you will be banned from forums and then you too will be committing Hubtricide, out of anger.
It is my hope that the following will make you a little more conscious of your hubactions.
What is the Hubmetary?
This is the place where lost hubsouls go to be buried. Some are the hubs of people who broke the rules until there were no more chances left. These hubsouls will never fly to hubheaven. They have been permanently deleted from Hubpages, never to be resurrected here again. Oh sure, some disgruntled once was hubber, may find a place to resurrect the phantoms, but it will not be the same. Hubsouls live only here. In the vast ether that exists beyond these pages is a wasteland filled with broken dreams and broken promises. Go have a look. You will never find a place like this. I know, I have been looking for this promised land for years.
My Mother was a writer. Before the Internet, when sheafs of paper were lovingly bound in brown paper and tied with string, she wrote on a manual typewriter, all of her dreams in triplicate, with carbon paper in between. They used to save the carbon paper and use it again. Oh, where would all of us be, if things were the same as they were then?
Imagine the lonely hours, with no one to offer a single shoulder to cry on; no pats on the back, like we get in our comments section. And, if you wanted your manuscript back? You had to pay the postage, in advance. There was no copyright. You wrote it, if it wasn't published and someone came up with it ten years later, try and prove it was yours, just try. If you wanted to copyright, you had to pay for that too.
The souls of my mothers works rest in my heart. I read each one. Not so, in the hubmetary. No stones mark the places of those fallen hubs. What battle waged could claim so many. Why would you try to wage war with this Heaven that is HubPages? Do you actually think you can break all the rules and win? Why even come here then? If you don't like Hub Country, go back where you came from?
The Wounded, Die
Unfortunately, some are not rule breakers. These, sad hubsouls, are lost to Hubtricide. Their own hubwriter has become so disgruntled with themselves or another Hubber as to tear their own creations to pieces, and scatter them to the four hubwinds. This is sad. These hubsouls never had a chance to live and breathe as other hubs had. No chance to stand on their own, learn to walk, run, fly through the search engines and end up on top of page one.
It is sad to think what these hubs might have become. If any of you have committed hubtricide, please take heart that the hub lives in you, and only you can resurrect it. We who are bereft of the hub have no hubstone to place flowers at, but your hubsouls are remembered.
Be complete, Don't delete. You can unpublish, rewrite all you like. Don't delete. Your hubcreations deserve better than that.
So, Brothers, and Sisters. Let us gather at the river of lost hubsouls and pray, this prayer of sorrow, from hubscripture 101.
Lead me not into hubvanity. Keep me far from hubscurity. But if I falter, please don't let me hubcend into the depths of hubspaire. I want my hubs to live. Please let all hubsouls have the right to hublife. Lead me not into hubtation, and deliver me from hubevil. Hubmen.
Among The Missing
Sadly, today, I searched for that beloved Hubpages author, MrVoodoo. He who blessed our days with satiric commentary on our own shortcomings, our behavior toward one another, as well as his own, interspersed with sales pitches for everything from rubber duckies to V for Vendetta masks. MrVoodoo, you will be sorely missed, but the loss of your writing makes it all the worse for me. If you are out there, somewhere, in the universe that is the internet, I hope you will comment here so that I can find you and read your writing in the world out there, beyond our borders. :)
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