My Writing Life
A quest for a gold star
I have clocked more than 10,000 hours of writing in various formats — poems, essays, and articles. Am I an expert now as Malcolm Gladwell foresaw? Alas, no.
I recently questioned my motives for restarting on Medium. I first posted (dropped? published?) my first piece in 2017. I worked on it for a few years, tinkering with word placement, editing content (I tend to add everything I know on a topic — word stew), and checking for grammatical errors (my Achille’s heel).
I wanted others to read, appreciate, and identity with it. I wanted a gold star.
In Catholic grammar (elementary) school the nuns awarded gold stars every time we did a good deed, got an A, or performed well in the arts. They accumulated on a card like the old S&H Green Stamps.
I don’t recall the end goal or prize. But I internalized that concept and have been chasing gold stars in everything I do ever since like an addict chases their first high.
Like others, I was lured back to Medium with the Writer’s Challenge. Then I was checking for claps, highlights, and comments. And now 100 followers. And money. My sister reminded me, “that’s not why you write.” True.
I’m in flow went I write. I get so involved, time just disappears. It can be fun, frustrating, and productive. If you ask me what I do for fun, what I’m doing this weekend, or how I spent my summer vacation, I’ll tell you, “I write.” At the very least I jot down my thoughts in my journal. (I also read, read and read — all things I hear that will make me successful)
As Annie Dillard (Pulitzer Prize winner) shares in The Writing Life(1989):
When you write, you lay out a line of words. The line of words is a miner’s pick, a wood-carvers gouge, a surgeon’s probe. You wield it, and it digs a path you must follow.
Sometimes I dig myself right into a hole from which I can’t extricate myself. In the old days, the trash can (or floor) was filled with crumpled papers. I often chuckled at the universality of experience in Annie’s words. However, she is the expert. I barely dare to call myself a writer.
I write longhand, transpose to Word, then Medium draft. I let it “marinate” overnight but get so impatient to hit that publish button. I think it's so brilliant, everyone will want to read it!
Just read (please) those stories written before it was suggested I download Grammarly. “Everyone knows you can’t edit yourself,” again my sister (non-writer) reminds me.
But here I am seeking my gold star. I have been scouring Medium stories for ideas that will entice folks to read my words. If you write well. they will come, they say. Use marketing ploys in your title and pictures to tease what’s to come, is suggested.
Read, comment, clap, and follow folks and they will do the same. I am not ashamed to say I do all that. However, I only read what interests me, clap for something I enjoyed, and comment when something strikes home. I highlighted twice so far (now I know the purpose!).
I look for titles that get my attention. I agonized over the title of this piece. Are you reading this? What about the picture, did it catch your eye? I couldn't find the right picture of a gold star. (I read one story because of the picture - a magnificent-looking lion. ) Was it worth your time? At the very least, find and read Annie Dillard’s book if you haven’t already.
And ask yourself, “would I read my own essays?”





