Why I Stopped Writing On Medium And Why I’m Back
Acknowledging self-doubt and moving beyond its clutches.
I started this year with a sense of purpose.
For far too long, I’d been selling a story to myself — that I can only become a writer if I write something truly transformative. What this fallacy did not take into account was the yawning gap between effort and result. I did not associate creating a work of art with such plebeian tasks as writing daily, editing meticulously and publishing often.
No more, I told myself in January of this year.
This would be the year my writing would become something beyond a mere figment of my overstimulated imagination, into something real and tangible. Something that exists. Something that is.
Among the efforts I outlined towards the milestone I hoped to achieve was a commitment to writing more often on Medium. I had sporadic success getting my pieces published in some notable publications, and I wanted to replicate the high that feeling of being published gave me.
For a few months, it worked out well. I published on Medium under my own name and I continued to submit (with varying results) to publications big and small. I’ll be honest though and admit that I felt true excitement not when I hit the ‘publish’…
