Part 5-7: The reflections of a professional Steemer in 2031 #steemtales (The Rest Of The Story) #fiction - #steemit

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I found my normal spot under a tall oak tree. Thankfully, it was abandoned—most people congregated around the clearing, but my tree was back almost to the spot at the corner of the park butted up to a large L-shaped building that ran along one entire side of the square and half the other. Most people liked to be out where they could be in the sunlight, but not me. I burned too easily, and no matter what the creams said, nothing could make the pain of a deep sunburn anything less than excruciating.

I shrugged my backpack off and put it down in the slight indention at the base of the tree. Settling down in front of it, I leaded back and let my head rest on the padded top of the bag. My laptop and a few other things were there, but it was still comfortable enough. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift.

Some of the regular Steem content creators sat in front of their monitors all day waiting for inspiration to strike. They would let their fingers play over the keyboard, stroking each letter until they hit upon an idea that was a little different. Me, I liked to get away and turn my brain off. Some of my best ideas came to me in the park. A few were so creative enough that they paid my bills for a few months.

That’s what made Steem go crazy—content that was different. There was so much online these days that “different” was a rarity. Most Steem creators just rehashed old ideas, but me and the rest of the elite actually came up with new things. Well, sometimes we did. Sometimes we were just as bad about rehashing as everyone else, but at least we were well-known enough to make a few bitcoins off it.

Listening to the laughter of the kids and the chattering of the others in the park made me realize how quiet the rest of the city usually was. I’d see videos online of how it used to be, with cars making all kids of noises and the flashing sirens of emergency vehicles screaming for attention. Then all of those sounds would be drowned out by heavy construction machinery. But with most of those things done by electric-powered drones or by humans using much quieter machines, it was like the master volume of the world had been turned down or, in some cases, even muted.

I’ll admit I didn’t mind it that much, but there were times when I wished there was a little more noise when I was out and about. There were times when it seemed like there weren’t even any animals around, especially in the inner city areas where most of the grass had been replaced with fake turf.
Lying there in the cool breeze with the easily-ignored background noise, I felt myself starting to drift off. A couple hours napping outdoors won’t do me any harm.

And then it hit me: the perfect new spin on the age-old article of how to prep for a child’s birthday party, an approach I hadn’t seen on Steem before. Sitting up, I yanked the zipper to my backpack open and pulled out my laptop. Punching the on button, I started typing up a basic outline as fast as I could, my fingers barely able to keep up with my thoughts.
So much for my nap. A Steem writer’s work is never done!

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