Michael Pollan and Medium put together this series about transcendental psychedelic experiences – and one of the pieces in this series is mine. What an honor!
Since I last blogged here about my Medium efforts, my monthly payments have definitely increased (probably no small part in why I love the platform, lol). I was rewarded a sizeable bonus payment for writing an alternative viewpoint on a very sensitive topic, continued garnering attention for that little love letter to my Subaru (it was even tweeted by Medium at one point), discussed why tiny houses really aren’t for everyone and got gritty about Juno Díaz’ latest #metoo New Yorker piece and how much it blew my absolute mind and inspired me. Read on for links to these articles and more. Enjoy!
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.