O THE WRITER; A SERIES:

All Hinges Upon Read-Time

Forget Your Easily Passable Content, Once You’ve Hooked Them, You’ve Got Them!

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Thanks to a dear friend of mine, and who’s deep reading of my work generates much motivation; in the petty cash, undoubtedly, if the dollar-dime was ever the motivator for me, which it is not, as it merely allows one to invest in the good and spiteless humane way.

But more importantly, it is lovely to know someone out there, somewhere, is deeply considering the entrails of one's journeys throughout time, history, and space, and the mad ramblings following; especially if they’re a dear friend.

We cannot exist without a wee village supporting us, you writer you!

This is what all Writers pillar upon; above is the facade of a cleanly kept writer, and underneath is the workings of these messy and complex beings, supported by the sincere kindness of a considering mass of individuals who deem your writing of ideas, worthy enough to support.

To write and write, and being able to be put in an elevating station whereby one is allowed to write for a living; whilst dispensing hopefully impeccable ideas by that cheeky manner of words, is a wealth that has hardly been seen throughout all human history, certainly not to the potential extent we see before us now, in these Oh so liberal places…

If we all do our Math right, we may pillar ourselves well!

This reading time quota, where one pats their wristwatch ‘gently’, to remind you to read more than thirty seconds is a funny thing; sometimes not always working it seems, in correspondence with that Philip Writes, who tracked a certain reader, who commented and did the whole fandango AND EARNED HIM A WHOOPING FEW CENTS!

I believe that was a few clicks ago, perhaps around August/September? — Phil, do you mind clarifying? You know me, busy mind — whirling with too many thoughts.

However, in the time and the changes befalling all around, seems to be rewarding the ones who have the content that can’t quickly be breezed over in the night; I love that approach.

Claps I believe were the first way Medium measured the value of a piece, slowly involving, and incorporating new manners of insight, with your oh-so sexy and tactful analytics — O, behave you!

Now, it seems to me at least, by this wee empirical example — though all good empirical experiments always require more evidence — read time and the quality imparted by the reader truly seem to be far more worthy to the algorithm than a mild clap, as many can do that, and a few more can paste an already-made comment;

So we come to Reading time — few who natter their wares away will be willing to spend more than ten seconds on a piece, and if they do spend a longer time upon one’s piece, all the better for you at least; Now, I am already suspecting a few places where this might fall through, but I am happy to share the thought process with you!

Hopefully, quality will be upheld, in checks and painted toes!

I received a lovely response from one of my readers that says my pieces aren’t a one-night stand, but rather ones to stew upon; this isn’t to pat my back with any ovations [allegedly ]but to illustrate that quality truly lasts over quick darts of fashionable trends.

See if you can’t meld the two altogether and make something truly timeless, that makes them beg you to never stop; and for those opposing, they’ll be howling at your door, wishing you would!

But that is the awful rage of being a writer in a bustling world.

Ta-ta now, till the next Write. When? —

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