The Wield Of An Editor — A Feel For Passion:
An Editor’s Advice — The Dos And Don’ts — Here’s The Word; My Candid Reflections On The Contemporary Writer & The State Of A Writer In This Cyberspace
How Does One Begin? — How Does One End? — How To Be In It At All, Becoming This & Becoming That; A Mistake Thither & A Mistake Hither
They often ask me what it is like to be an Editor for one of Medium’s largest network of Publications; [Few in fact do, but this is an illustrative offshoot]
The time finds me the need for a change, and I shall oblige it; I shall become it, to add my mild subversion of thinking underlining it all. I cannot teach you anything if you aren’t willing to think of these basic ideas:
WHY — PERHAPS — HOW.
To begin, and not to begin at all — such basic questions anywhere without context are mere scribblings on bear something or not, but with context, they are the most persistent and discerning questions imaginable — believe me, I’m well acquainted with it.
This sacred little trinity squares me down to a new, tightened form. I am too idiosyncratic in my verbal waves to make a more extensive splash here, so, to be starkly particular, I am changing to a newer form: less verbose and all. How sincere this pressure is from me will have to be seen to be believed…
So there’s me, blasting through my quartet of tabs, a right selection of options, visiting the pages of several writers before spiraling back to the task at hand, that being the editing of the constant stream of submissions injected into the Illumination Publications.
The Goodness and Wellness series shall be injected the due prejudice it so deserves — more shall be said on that in a moment — and lo and behold, I shall be planting my kooky seeds in several more publications on this here platform, so if you’re circling back from a later date, I know who you are and were…
One from such a venture point, within this limited space, though a vast one, you can see all the monthly/weekly/day-to-day trends, this air of hope and positivity, in endless scopes of sincerity and falseness — it is like seeing a wave machine ever in flux, and ever-changing in the fierceness of its produced wave.
Don’t you worry, you fine-sum-of-ones out there, who revel in my manner of conveyance and bless you all wide and loud, my dear ones — times change, and so must I.
You can imagine the grace of Franz’s Lizst at the keyboard — typing away? No need, I’ve seen it — it is a thing to behold!
For the prevalence of all pieces published here, I shall conjecture you a statistic, as the contemporary age is crazed on them: 95% of all Articles will not be viewed more than Five times; scarcely will most of them be viewed at all — at least in the beginning, whether you decide to remain thereon in hopes of reaping a good crop, is upon you.
I will admit that I am becoming far less forgiving of cheap Articles — the ones made out of overtly cynical hopscotching hunger; I don’t believe the bellows of this system should be fed such things, do you?;
Answers — Oh, yes, the ones that work on fringing insecurities and cheap knocks given to you with a likable ribbon on top by a deluded vaster whole — quick to answer and make you exclude the act of thinking which becomes ever cheapened;
Oh, you know the pieces too, the ones that are quickly wielded together, crammed with pictures to boost read-time erroneously, imbibed with the refreshing quality of a sixteenth-century wheel of moldy cheese.
Admittedly, I was going to do this, but ever since the changes of Last August and the slow pace of January, I decided to go through with this executive order, as they like to peddle on their sliver-tongues.
Now, with the turning of the calendar, we find ourselves in February, god-rest something if you are reading this sixteen years from now; But this may be the mark where this editor gnashes back, now and thereupon.
Any pieces wherein the author has used an emoji of any kind will get removed; they are immature, and please use your words to communicate then some two-toned, lil’ image — they are rather remarkable things, the conveyer of all ideas. Thank you ;)
The cheap market grabbers and people-pleasers will mostly get five thousand more followers, ten thousand more views, and two-thirds more claps than someone who is not abiding by trends but by principles and a pension for…
Regarding the Histories, whatever the author supposes that is to be, I am very strict on what can be passed on through and subjected to a potentially vast array of ignorant eyes to the fact — though I do worry about becoming a mild authority if I erroneously do this, so temperance, dear reader is what I seek.
Sources will be required to be published, a slight that may seem pedantic to some, which in my case, will only strengthen my call for this stipulation because all histories are a narrative to wield and hem some changed image of the past for whatever means — ill or good, contemptible or purely meek, it is all I ask at the very least.
The form will be another bit of contention, as I expect the pieces to have a nicely arranged, clearly intentioned piece, instead of the masterpieces of lumping all the text in one giant scroll — only brilliant if one is reading it from the papyrus paper, not so much if you’re reading your cellular device from the bog or mog…
Sources should be nicely listed at the bottom of the piece, not only for the integrity of the piece and author but to make the editor’s job much more seamless, whereby a mingling of hope will speed up the time it takes to publish any history-induced piece to a decent course.
With this being said, please consider what you say and how you say it unless you possess darker ulterior motives, and we’ll be happy to publish you here.
This piece has been waiting in my drafting queue for a long time now, and what a befitting day to finally place that cherry firmly on that iced cake. The fine art shall remain, but as a wayward traveler, in the spaces in which I move around in, I’ve become too detached to serve you here, in this medium for any damn use.
How I linger upon images, translating them through the flux of ideas by the representatives of words; without ideas, words are cleanly meaningless, mere barks for the timing hounds in the missing woods, bouncing around as sounds. I shall be uttering this line over and over — hopefully not to convince myself more than anyone else.
One may become evermore dubious over the whirling fluxes of Medium — with the current affair of Fraudulence, which I hope if you’re reading this far-flung in the future, has been resolved and done so well!
For all the loving pumpernickel, this platform shall have much pleasure for me — I cannot speak for you, so do speak up now, but I see much can be done to rejuvenate and maintain this remarkable platform.
— So a word to the ones who must insist on sending sixteen pieces, of their lazily hemmed together pieces, please cease, you know whom I speak of —
In all the processing annuals I’ve seen, ones like these remind me of the number of ideas, dreams, and the thoroughly jading weight of all human thought acting out all concurrent to one another — things to be remembered, things to be reimbursed -things to be lost, things to be taught and things utterly coming from the square face of confusion.
I am not kind to pieces augmented or supplied by Artificial intelligence. Look at how quickly humanity gives up its best thing — the happenstance of the individuality of their minds, in all its grace, purposes, failures, and shortcomings. Giving up on Art and the power of the Image so quickly are we? — I tease!
So a wee raincheck on passing our freedoms around will do me — be sparing in how you use your latest faddy toy, and we shall get along; The indolent will grow more indolent, and the begrudged become evermore begrudging!
Call me a grouse in human skin, but I am Scottish in the pits of my anima; I say David Boweie than David BoWie!
THE STATE OF MEDIUM — A WRITER’S ASK:
Thrifting through the placed stores, I breezed through the causeways, sliding on my rear, I arrived readily at the station, under the window, which now time permits to be frozen over with the upcoming winter-behold season. I see the trending and recently fashionable, and I remain knackered to it, boss! Preferring to focus on the Timeless — not the limitable aspects of ideas.
GOODNESS AND WELLNESS — SERIAL
When The Doctor Finally Moves In
When I began this here — journey, I have this aptitude for the Canon, with a staff of notes numbering in the thousands to accompany, doing the heavy lifting when I pay them some heed!
So, one afternoon — if that is the suitable relative time — I jotted down a piece that appeared in me wee head: Goodness & Wellness — Great Climes:
My, will I tell you that afternoon did not prove itself dusty at all — however, the months did roll on by. Oh, you’ve got to love the cushioning expressions, as I mildly stagnated on procuring you the next serial.
In the throes of that June, I finally conceived the second Goodness & Wellness Serial: A Worldly Leisure To Seduce Pain; once again, done within an hour or so — in a moment akin to a child on too much sugar.
And so we go, onto the next one arriving in September, with the latest being conceived and published with the aid of that good Aussie Aiden and qualifying for one of those lovely boosts — an idea one does not want to be heard discussed behind them while admiring the view from the clifftop.
But mark my words, the serial shall finally become consistent enough to be regarded as a serial later this month — Hopefully — Doctor…
An Editor’s Due
A Bouncing Hue
Working much as an editor for Illumination, with the receivable mail being jutted into my inbox daily and at quite a commendable/hasty pace, you get a sense of the health and the ideas of expectations for the written pieces therein.
Many would observe if they could see my eyes, I go glassy-eyed as I peer over most of the submissions that come through Synergy. Learning and storing it all in that big ol’ lil’ brainiac of mine, ready for another day when it may become used. That may be one reason, but I am accounting myself with a rough guestimation of the current trends at any given moment.
There is a temperament for the easy answers, and if it isn’t pitched on the ease of such things, it will be provoking in some sense, in dispelling the readers' notions of a stance or fathomed idea. Where do I stand on all of this?
There is a tiredness in this repeatable tendency of the question that is posed or rather a statement: “I learned that [Insert Great figure]” and “This is how you can too!” Overactive and too eager to please, to propose to the reader simple answers when there are none to be had; you youngins live too fast, slow yourself down and consider than blanking stating — slow down yer paces!
Instead of inviting a reader with tension and release across many connected pieces, and thus raising quality, the tendency is to sell a cheapened sole body of work, which makes me feel less of a desire to investigate further pieces of the author by giving all away too eagerly— too eager to please, by such is the tap dancing needed to be done to play such a system around, to abide you by its rulings; Naught but rulings!
The proclaiming piece that says no one has yet heretofore spoken of such — you sense my tone of jest, but I want to see such things as that!; I do wish for such claims to be sincere — often, however, the expectation falls lusterless, flatter than a skipping stone tossed on Lake Geneva!
The path of mystics!; the path of great poets!; the path of a stoic — endlessly so many proclaim themselves as learned, in the most tireless of senses — rarely do I feel it nor perceive it; therein separates the reader of ideas and the one who understands them in a variety of senses.
I do not wish to dissuade the very notion of others in exploring such things in the varying levels that they do — I applaud it, as this is a sincere criticism of the whim of this daily currency — to grasp such things, failure is the principle that is needed above all else; this consent flow around this circuitry system placed on top of a much older system, that is the flesh, sinew, and nerves that control it outside;
This a nod and a gentle wink to the foremost belying trend of artificial intelligence and the fear amongst us, though I reckon most popular offends of such things to be no more than glorified electric calculators, with the user tapping in from a log from predetermined things; hardly courting genuine intelligence there!
Which I daresay has its daring to be — the Will as Schopenhauer may state it — or the autonomy to be: though most do think on the lines of their superiors, the wider public, or some coordinated way of being;- Hence, Idioms are not that far from the word of Idiot, but that might be an easy goal for me on your behalf. Being precious in the words you speak and where you find a moment to say them is all I can recommend, nicely.
CONJURING NEW PIECES
Lasting Remark
Any platform that allows one to profit [in a myriad of ways] from a poem of a man being ridiculed about his failing sex and his eagerness for the masturbating act is a fine one — if you knew the Goya portrait in all its depths, this piece of notice would barely be surprising, though the side-looks and slightly aghast expressions from you right now may say otherwise! — Oopise-do!
Oh, Journeyman, you do hide your secrets well… The number of pieces I have seen that get lost in this sheer expanse of it all must be almost incalculable; I’ll leave it to you to do the calculous, off-day, very busy on and off, yer see!
In all seriousness, you possess a remarkable thing here — this elevating platform that hasn’t existed until this point in the form that it does; don’t give me the ample excuse to say that Humans can’t have nice things if you plunge into it into the throes and forgettability of mediocracy — My eyes will be on you kid thereon.
Shall we conclude now? — I believe it best before this becomes one of those moments you get caught in and can never escape — stuck in a moment you cannot get out of…
AN EDITOR’S SHOWCASE
MY FOLKS — MY FAM!
The lavish amount of extraordinary humans I have encountered here are almost too numerous for me to recount! There they all are — some dear friends, some brilliant writers I love to encounter on my scouting peculiars, and some I wish wholeheartedly will receive the attention and fulfillment they deserve.
But such things are upon the will of time and happy happenstance now.
Now, do endorse my extravagant mentioning here, but I do owe you your dues:
Kendalin Jane — Philip Writes — Anisa H. — Dr. John Frederick Rose — David Rudder — Gary Orphey — Harry Hogg — Øivind H. Solheim — Deni Sahaya — John Whye — Dr. Preeti Singh — Dr. Mehmet Yildiz (Tech) — Aiden (Illumination Gaming) — Mike Broadly, DHSc — Ben Ulansey — Edward Swafford — Wesley van Peer — Pericolo — Pernoste & Dahl — Mandrake Pan — Angelina Radulovic-Marketing Fairy — ComedyChronicles 💛 — Manali Mitra — Indirah Ambrose — Katherine Myrestad — Ashllyn T. — YJ — Charlene Ann Mildred — Chloe — Yana Bostongirl — S.a.n.a.h — Warren Brown — Katherine Myrestad — Pedro Hernandez — Francisco Iglesias — Doro — Mike Kraus — Omni Essence — gab1930s — Samanta Writes
Utterly indulging, but hey, I only do such tagging twice or even thrice a year! Give me a break, won’t yer? — If I forgot someone: busy mind and large empty pockets!
With earnest feelings, I’m sure you won’t be discontented by what I have done — Is this a goodbye, absolutely, to a passing fashion now - Till the next piece, Ta-ta now.
Ever yours; The Doctor [Adams]
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