Has anyone else noticed there are two types of writers on Medium?
Those here for the money …and those here to write.
What a concept: a writer who wants to write, and not be a “content producer”.
Don’t get me wrong, I like money. It’s just, ugh…
I’m sick of seeing stories about earnings. It has me wondering if that’s all those people make money on?
It reminds me of one of my favourite series: The Hunger Games. There are those in the Capitol, all gaudy and outrageous. …And those in the districts, meek and surreptitious.
I see this when…
My friends often get quite jealous of me for all the excellent customer service and freebies that I receive. For example, my good friend who owns his own company, has mastered the stock market, and is a chemical engineer gets jealous of the free coffees, Amazon returns, Wayfair refunds, and so much more that I receive on a regular basis.
Case in point, my brand new iPhone 7 that I got for only 80 dollars. Sure, it’s not an iPhone 12, but he’s jealous because I got it for such a great price.
Last summer, my old iPhone wasn’t working…
Are you sick of swiping left and right. And up. And down.
I thought so.
That’s why Medium is introducing a whole new “chapter” to its platform.
You guessed it …Or maybe the title gave it away.
Anyhow, you’re here. I’m here. We’re all here. Let’s f*ck!
I mean, let’s date. Date. That’s what I meant.
So how does this new platform work?
Well, let me tell you…
When you sign-up at Medium, click on “Writer as Professional” or…
“Writer as Lover”.
— Yessssss, you can sign up for both but it will get dicey that way. We highly advise…
This Valentine’s Day, red cellophane wrapped cinnamon hearts and rose laden boxes of chocolate not only seem trivial and irrelevant. They feel downright condescending.
I‘m not bitter towards love, but I will be honest that I have always cast a skeptical eye towards Valentine’s Day and its blatant sense of commercialism. That being said, whether single or in a relationship, most years I’ve willingly done my part at getting involved. …
Yeah, I know. I’m not supposed to say that.
But that’s why I’m getting out of the job, okay? So I’m allowed.
How? You ask.
Well, by becoming a famous writer on Medium. Obviously.
Where were we? Oh right…
So I have this theory every time I use social media…
It’s kind of weird, so just roll with it.
I sort of think these online “platforms” we visit are like rooms in a great, big school.
That school being ‘The Internet’.
I swear I’m not high atm (though teaching sometimes makes me want to be).
I was thinking about how limited ‘a clap’ is.
First of all, deciding how many to give is sometimes more agonizing that destroying my closet to choose an outfit for a first date. The strategies will flip-flop in much the same way.
I’ll go from wanting to really sex it up: 50 claps for some all the way to 10 for others (I can’t find it in even my most risque self to go below that), to playing the sweet virgin: 50 for all, across the board, indiscriminately — everybody deserves a fair chance.
Now, before you think I’m pitching…
In all seriousness, this is a bit of a thought experiment. But like most existential “what if” indulgences, we can often glean valuable insights for the present 3D. Let’s look at 3 things you can do now to prepare for the worst.
Murphy’s Law, right?
The chances of a major social media company, like Medium, permanently closing its laptops overnight are likely slim to none. Not only that, but MartinEdic outlines how Medium has created a new user experience, which could elicit a “branching point” of sorts in social media evolution. …
Give more than you get. Stop tallying claps, followers, reading time, stats — just focus on giving more and I assure you, you will get more.
Be sincere. Be authentic. Be real.
People can smell fakes a mile away. People hate fakes. Don’t be a fake.
Make friends. Actually. Build. Connections …you know, like, outside of Medium too?
Before accepting a follower/following someone, go to that person’s page and read one thing about that person — preferably more, but hey, time is tight sometimes, and something is always better than nothing.
Associate that one thing, image, concept, idea — word…
“So what if I’m a night owl?”
I type this at 1:02 am, sitting at my desk with my clothes and apron still on because I was just firing up a cauldron of stew for dinner in the ripe witching hour, when I was struck by an idea.
But it’s long been there… Not the idea. The shame.
Night owl shame — it’s real.
Now I’m not going to sit here and whine to you that I’ve been triggered and oppressed for being a night owl. …
I started Medium three days ago and…
Can’t. Stop. Writing.
— And reading!
This place is unreal. I feel like I’m in a 24/7 amusement park on drugs. I’m completely overwhelmed by the volume of interesting topics, great publications, and range of writing styles.
Yet at the same time… I feel like the nerdy kid starting high school.
Let’s start with the high school metaphor and cut to the nerdy kid one later.
You’ve got your popular kids — those are the ones with all the 5-figure plus followers, the minimum 1K claps on every piece, and… most of all…
Mostly saucy self-help filled with magic, pizzazz, humour, memories, a pint of philosophy, and a pinch of psychology.