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When Medium Growth is Stagnant and Grief Overwhelms My Ability to Care
Does it really matter?
I haven’t written in about a month, my Dad died last month and I have had to travel (and am still away from home) so it’s understandable my Medium reads have dwindled to nothing (I guess, I do find it frustrating that my supposed follower count or chosen for distribution articles don't seem to provide any sort of trickle of occasional reads, nevermind the elusive “evergreen” content sweet spot). I think hitting my one-year Medium-aversary last month made me aware of how many writers have joined at the same time or after me and taken off at a much more impressive speed.
I feel like I’m just chugging along here, doing my thing, entering occasional contests and failing to make the cut. I guess I feel like a bit of a Medium failure for not cracking the code to getting a bigger readership on any kind of regular basis.
Apologies for the pity party, I am obviously in a low headspace anyway. I admit a lot of my negative self-talk when it comes to my lack of success here is wrapped up in my writer’s ego. What does everyone else have that I don’t? I know I can be verbose, and self-indulgent at my worst, but when I really try to write something meaningful, I work hard, and I feel like it’s pretty damn near the best thing I am capable of at this moment in time.
