RANT

My Readership is So Low, You’d Think It Was the Stock Market After a Trump Tweet

Perhaps you are in the same situation?

I am resorting to a woman’s boobs in my picture to get attention. This is a new low.

Readership is in the toilet. The crickets are singing and I, as an accomplished writer with great works under my belt, am searching for a way out of this mess. Where are my readers? Have they lost confidence in me? You’d think Trump himself Tweeted that I should be ignored. Did he? I mean, I have been known to leave snarky comments on his Twitter account. Maybe I took it too far.

Maybe my words have grown stale or squirrely in light of my recent turbulence. It is no secret — this little writer is under duress. But I, faithful and dutiful writer that I am, show up every day, virtual pen in hand, and I do the work.

I write for clients. I write for pennies or dollars. I write lots of words for the sole purpose of lifting other writers. I write to stay sane. I write.

And now — to get the readers to once again see me as a talented individual.

As a person with something more to say than the client articles I have to write on postpartum sex or on how to get your toddler to learn to use the potty. Tomorrow, I’ll be working hard to edit the work of other writers — and they’ll pay me for it. At least twice last month other poets hired me for a Zoom call just to discuss the creative vision for their poetry manuscripts. My freelance business is growing.

And here I am, on Medium, again like it is some kind of weird relationship I have with the white editorial screen. I am reading and clapping and hoping my work will stand out in the masses. I am checking my MPP with hope, followed by a sigh and an invisible question mark floating above my head. What the heck is going on here?

I thought I’d do the work and the readers would come. I thought MPP would explode into dollar signs like it’s done for many other deserving writers. But for me, this has not happened.

IF it had happened as I’d planned — I wouldn’t be running a Go Fund Me to find a place to live. I am sorely disappointed. But here I am. Faithful and dutiful writer that I am — one that loves this community beyond all reason.

Maybe the boob-lady picture will help. I’ll check MPP tomorrow — we’ll see.

>INSERT QUESTION MARK HERE<

Signed,

One tired writer

Thanks for reading this half-rant, half-snark ramblings of my thoughts. Sometimes, a writer just needs to do that.

~ Christina

What the hell — here’s my virtual tip jar link: leave a virtual tip here. With curation kind of out the window, what have I got to lose?