Oh, Todd … thanks for the shout-out. It’s nice knowing that my presence (or the lack thereof) is noticed.
When I started on Medium my first article was insanely popular. And I fell in love with quality of the writing here. I was overwhelmed with the way people took the governor off and wrote unabashedly from the innermost parts of their soul. You guys make me laugh, tear up, give me things to consider. Thanks for demonstrating the power of well-chosen words. Yes, I even enjoyed some of the listicles on occasion. And the number of articles people cranked out was inspiring and at the same time overwhelming.
Was I a slacker for not writing solid pieces on regular basis? Maybe I have a lot more to learn than I thought?
I hopped on the hamster wheel in pursuit the grail of Medium: those coveted Recommends.
Want more Recommends?
Number of reads low?
I upped the number of my articles, but some were written in haste, and the readership numbers reflected that perhaps the quality was lacking or I was writing about things that didn’t connect with people Or maybe my writing was … well, not so good on demand. And it dawned on me that I was striving to be someone I’m not. I’m the guy who gets to the party early and watches it unfold. I sit off to the side with a glass of pinot (grigio or noir) and chat with a few people. I don’t do well with large groups of people. If entrusted with the responsibility to function in a group setting, I do it with conviction till the task is complete; then I go take some quiet time to regroup. I’m the classic “functional introvert.”
And my writing is kinda the same, too. I’m not prolific.
The thing about my popular post is that it was something that stewed within me for weeks and finally had to come out. The topic of racism and the process by which it might be rendered null and void came came from a lot of first-hand experience, observation of people, and a desire to simplify something perceived by friends as complicated.
I’d love to be able to crank out a string of meaningful articles, but that’s just not me. [Like that Charles O’Meara guy. I bet that guy’s grocery list reads like a stand-up routine to rival the best comedians.] Maybe it’s intimidation. I don’t know. I just kinda decided to post articles that are truly meaningful to me as opposed to running the risk of turning people off. My life isn’t that exciting. Maybe that’ll change when I begin researching my fourth book in a couple of weeks. Who knows?
While I’m not posting as often as others, know that I’m still reading. Todd, thanks to you and all the guys and gals who’ve followed me, responded to, and recommended my posts. I consider it a huge honor that I don’t take lightly. I’ll take it as a little nudge work on observing and finding things to write about.
Thanks for reaching out. I love you, too. So much in fact, that I don’t want to insult your intelligence by writing crap. You guys inspire me … not to write crap. Wait. That didn’t come out the way I intended.
TAKE TWO: You guys inspire me to become the best writer I can be. (Yeah, that sounded MUCH better!)