The ups and downs of this turbulent relationship
I love Medium.
There. I said it.
I think it’s a great Medium (!) to explore various genres of work and expand our reading in an easy-to-navigate way.
I mean, we get access to some amazingly talented writers who are based all over the world. I can read about people’s opinions in New Zealand, Chile, or France. I can relate to Rita in Riga or like Lena’s poems in Paris. It’s inspiring but it’s also kinda, let’s be honest, intimating at times!
No, I am not affiliated with Medium.
No, this is not a sponsored post.
This is me simply stating my feelings towards this platform.
I started writing on Medium as a way to express myself. I started with poetry (most of which I have since deleted) and then moved on to more specific content.
My journey with Medium hasn’t been an easy one
Of course, I’d seen Zulie Rane and the like and hoped I could make myself a nice little side earner… after all, I have professional experience in writing and I enjoyed it. Then life got in the way.
I made it to the $100 a month club… for one whole month before my attention started to flicker and my time was taken elsewhere.
Since then, I’ve been on a bit of a downward trend.
But, I wonder if this is a good thing or not?
I have been busier — my life has become fuller which has meant I haven’t had the time or, if I’m honest, the inclination to write. Surely that IS a good thing?
I do log in and check my stats from time to time but for the whole month of July, I only wrote two stories. TWO! And they didn’t perform so well…
My articles, and the topics I was choosing to write about, started getting rejected from the bigger publishers and, in all honesty, I didn’t seem to care so much.