Is writing on Medium worth it? Not for most of us, at least not if you’re looking for monetary compensation – but it’s great for a whole host of other things. What I *have* found there that I haven’t yet drummed up on my own blog is camaraderie, other interesting people to read, and especially through The Writing Cooperative (a Magazine that resides on the Medium platform), inspiration and encouragement.
Sure, there are a lot of well-known resources out there for getting free books to read, but mostly I found a lot of poorly-edited, self-published books that just didn’t make the cut when it came to enjoyable reading – I felt like I was reading the equivalent of a soap opera and I ain’t got time for that, (yet as terrible as it is, I don’t always want to read the classics anymore, either). Editors, they’re a thing for a reason, and they still have massive purpose in this world. I read not only because I enjoy the escape of it, but also because I learn from a finely-written and finely-edited work. Because the quality was often lacking, my interest in things like Smashwords and Kindle Buffet came to a close fairly quickly and now, here’s how I get what I need:
In one of the writer support groups I’m in online, one of the members talked about how they’ve been using Medium.com as a way to encourage themselves to write more. Now, me too.
Sometimes, the injustice was just too much. Sometimes, the truth needed to be spoken, to be screamed, to be scrawled out on walls in sloppy red paint where no one would miss it, and when those times came, she was no longer afraid. She embodied veracity.
My wife and I love books. Like “women who love books too much” love books. There are stacks of them everywhere. We are both prone to reading a few of them at once, depending on what kind of relationship we each might need that night. What’s on YOUR nightstand?
As a young kid I lived in a little town south of Detroit: I was raised on soul, Motown, funk, disco, and basically whatever other “black music” my mom could shake her moneymaker to during the 60s and 70s. I inherited that gene, thankfully. My personal search for soul happened on a dance floor, too.