The Ghost of Virality’s Past
My resurface after a mentally dissociated vacay.

One moment whilst I just check when I last published on Medi—
Oh.
itwasnearlytwoweeksago
This article:
from February 4th, 2022.
Yikes.
Most of you are probably aware of my
ranting article > gone viral success > turned fearful dissociation
as this little run was the bearer of, well…the majority of you actually. My latest and greatest in followers. (Hello all!)
The last you will have heard from me was my declaration of a mental disconnect when tasting a tad of virality from the platter of this platform (see article above).
And since then?
I dissociated even more.
Disappointing, I know.
I should have been maximizing on the opportunity, not stunting its growth!
But, c’est la vie. My brain had other plans.
Now don’t worry,
this article isn’t to further indulge in commentary about my dissociative, sabotaging, fearful brain. Lord knows I’ve covered that already.
But rather to…
give myself a jump-start.
To jolt some life back into my writer’s flat battery.
If you will.
To run jump cables from one metaphorical trucker’s vehicle to mine own.
*zap*
I had attempted a few other article ideas this past week; multiple fresh tabs laid bare as they awaited adornment of my thoughts.
But, to continue on without acknowledging my somewhat lengthy disappearance —
felt almost irresponsible.
Readers graced me with their follow. Empaths soothed me with their compassion.
And what did I do?
I ghosted them.
Basically.
I don’t expect anyone was keenly anticipating “I am not Hermione’s next big blog post!” (I am by no means anywhere on any list of any person’s Medium priorities.)
But, regardless, I owed it to my readers to reciprocate their connection.
I owe them a continuation of our dialogue.
And I owe a consistency of the content they came here for.
My disappearance likely went unnoticed by most, if not all.
And, likelier still, no one even cares about the frequency of which I publish.
Nonetheless –
It is still important I hold myself accountable.
For my sake and yours.
And so…
I’m sorry.
For ghosting you.
That wasn’t cool. And I promise to do better.
This article has been the jolt necessary to get my truck, vehicle (?)…car or whatever metaphor it was that I was using—
back on the road.
(Don’t suppose I could borrow your jump cables?)
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