I’ve written on Medium every single day this month.
I’ve enjoyed it to the hilt. Since Medium needs people to be logged in/ have a Medium account to clap/comment, this has meant that very few people actually responded to my posts.
As a writer, this should concern me, but it doesn’t. After years, I am finally back to writing for the love of it. Stats don’t matter anymore. Some days the words flow effortlessly;other days are harder. But with each day, writing itself becomes easier.
On blogs, there are two kinds of people who comment: Fellow bloggers and other readers.
The first fall into the two categories: Genuine comments and the ones left with an intention to receive a return visit.
I have no objection to either type, mind you. I even know why the latter do it. They’re green around the gills. I appreciate the ones who comment. That’s it.
But here, on medium, no such compulsion exists. I am not expected to return any visits. People read me if they find me. There simply is no other way to feature prominently here.
And I love it. I love being unknown in this universe. It gives me the freedom to write the way I want.
With it, I hope to work up the courage to finally finish work on my memoir by this year’s end.
If I do that, I’d say the ‘Medium’ has served its purpose: Of turning me into a writer.
Day 31 of Daily Writing