My 8 Months On Medium
The good, bad, and the “medium”
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Once upon a time I joined Medium. I love to write.
Little did I know, how important this community would become.
Medium is a part of my day. A part of my life. I know you through your bios. and writing. It is magical.
I have passed some milestones.
My first follower, first read, first comment, and first three cents. I was “over the moon.”
The Good, The Bad, And The Medium
The Good
I have written a few articles for two publications.
I have entered two poetry competitions.
https://medium.com/what-is-love-to-you/i-love-my-mother-unconditionally-e75e518497d9
I have published over 150 stories.
I have four curated.
https://1birthdayfun.medium.com/have-you-ever-been-to-timbuktu-29ce5bea16d4
I have a viral article. This will cover the annual Medium membership. Yeah!
The “Bad”
When you spent a great deal of time on a “killer article” and it bombs.
When you can’t figure out the Medium algorithm.
When you just can’t get into a publication.
When someone writes what you wrote only better.
When some days you think you really suck at writing.
The “Medium”
The richness of the Medium community is beyond compare. Complex and beautiful, it meanders and sways, intensifies and retreats, like the waves of the ocean caressing us with light and freedom. A tapestry rich with poetry, fiction, facts, heartbreak, humor, and love.
Medium is important to me!
People ask me why.
Medium is magic.
Magic is hard to explain.
