A Writer’s Musings: This Week at Mudium — Part Satire, Part Shitty-Kitty
As Long as We Have Each Other
How quickly things turn to mud. My earnings snow-dived 90%, maybe more. Cry me a river, build me an arc, and get the fuck-a-roo over it. I’ll pick you up as I sail through.
I’m not going to rehash our lovely CEO Tony’s reasoning. Many have already posted about his comment. If you live under a rock or have a life and don’t know, writers are naughty for engaging with each other.
How. Dare. You.
I’m sure we’re all lining up with our pants down waiting for a spanking. At least we’ll bond. High-five on the way through. I feel like I am in year 4 again, I wonder if I can steal Tony’s stickers? (If you’re lost, read my story “From Classroom Thief to Class President — a link is at the end)
Over the weekend I suffered from the blues. Like so many, the earnings were promising even though I predicted a crash and burn from the start but I won't get into that right now.
August was a month when the gods smiled. Hello, I’m a bona fide writer now. A dream come true and the only way is up. I thought it might be time to start a writing business. I’ll need to eventually when I start publishing books but new earnings on Medium indicated maybe the need would be sooner than later, thanks to Mr Taxman. So, I dreamed.
This weekend I mourned. Yes, I know melodramatic. But as I commented to Shanti C K during the week when she had the blues over something non-related, sometimes all we can do is ride our feelings out. They pass. So, I took my own advice. It’s just a setback. Poor Nobbinmaug cops the pout from me, I’m not Little Miss Clown all the time. Poor bastard. And he gave me a prep talk because that's what your writing partner does. “Your shine is yours”.
Today, I started seeing opportunity. The lousy crumbs of coin we’re seeing doesn’t inspire me. The Medium spell is broken. I don’t want to look at the stats like a dribbling addict. It’s depressing. Addiction broken. No drive to push myself to write another story to post. Many of us are guilty of publishing one story too many. My head is clearing. I want to get back into fiction. My primary focus has been on Medium for months. I’ll still be around, no way in hell am I going back to reading the news. Plus, you’d all miss The Muse, and that would be cruel.
I know both Nobbinmaug and TzeLin Sam have suggested writing for publications. That’s a great productive and proactive idea. Keep growing. Keep moving. Robin Wilding 💎 invited me to write for her new publication “Ink and Tears” — a niche for snarky writing tips, hello I am so there. But if I don’t work on fiction I have no content to snark over.
Really this is my long-winded way of saying stop your bitchin’ and look for opportunities. Give the dragon the finger as Tori Hall Sudduth elegantly put it to me in a comment on my story “Once Upon a Time at Medium Castle” (link below). A story requested by Imothoughts.
And I look at the names being tagged in this edition of “A Writer’s Musings” — this is Medium. We are Medium. Last night Dave Gottlieb told me to watch “Two Girls and a Cup” after discussing the “chocolate swirl” emoji, commonly known as the “crap” emoji. I don’t think I will ever forget that — thanks Dave my retina is scarred (link not below). Please, if you must, wiki first, there are sick puppies in the world.
Of course, there are a number of other writers on my radar but if I listed everyone I would be here all night. I appreciate everyone who has given me the time of day… wait… do I sound like a loser?
Medium has helped me come out and be a bit more extroverted. To put myself out there and share, and reciprocate. To shine and laugh. This is what makes me stay on Medium because let's face it, while the pay enticed us the hourly rate was still pretty 💩. (Hush Dave).
So my wonderful writer spammer plebs, see you during the week.
Maybe we’ll be offered an official explanation. Maybe our rates will return. Maybe fairies fly.
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