(Or is it inside out?)
I feel like a ball of yarn my cat got hold of.
It started as a flurry of Facebook posts. Of my mission to hug a stranger a day. After asking permission, of course.
Then I felt called to dive deeper and explore. This I called my, blog article:My Jabbok Moment.
And being the eternal student, I took a course with the wonderful Jonas Ellison (www.jonasellison.com/about) and discovered Medium.
I soon realized that people were posting on Medium, mostly using it as a platform to refer readers back to their websites.
And said websites could be anything. Mostly selling something. Or advertising. But not a duplicate of what they’d written for Medium.
What to do!
I was stressed beyond belief.
Here I was. Retired. Well, sort of.
Writing was a hobby.
Along with –
I do not think cleaning the boat or house to be a consideration. I post to my website three times a week. To come up with new stuff for Medium is more than I want to do.
I duly reposted to Medium (after checking that I could do so) and started following likeminded people.
Soon a few started following me.
A whole new world became mine to explore. Reading, laughing, even crying sometimes, shaking my head in agreement, relishing in our “sameness.” Wishing I could reach out and hug the writer.
Two years of having a website has not yielded the interaction I experienced in Medium within months of joining.
The road ahead is unclear.
The “diet” that Medium requires to attract a following is so very far removed from what started as a description of my daily adventures in hugging strangers.
Do I really want to stretch and stress myself to write more and different to post to Medium? And link those masterpieces to Facebook and Twitter and Instagram.
And thus, I ask myself –
Am I writing to be read?
Am I writing to build up a following?
Or am I writing because I cannot NOT write?
And am I on the point of taking the fun out of writing?
Cyber Hugs and Blessings All. Advice and comments would be welcome.