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SELF-MOCKERY & HUMOUR
The 2nd Annual ME-dium Awards
Highs and lowlights of another year of writing.
Barb kicks the cat off her seat at her desk, and clears the clutter that seems to accumulate now she’d made a writing space for herself. She opens the laptop, blowing off a few crumbs that have inadvertently nestled between the keys and starts to reflect on another year of writing…
Welcome, again, to my faithful readers, followers, clappers, feed-backers, likers (is that a word?), and — sigh — bots. It dawned on me last week that this auspicious occasion was once again looming and that I promised an annual instalment on my activities here on Medium.
Now, I’m regretting it! Why? Because my Medium bubble has burst.
Have you ever felt on a high, surfing blissfully along, enjoying the ride, then coming down with an almighty thud? These very words represent my 2022–2023 reality with my story writing.
After an initial period of high reads and reasonable earnings in the first year here, I feel like I’m in the sin bin. Without rehashing my downfall — you can read about it here to avoid falling into the same trap — my monthly output has plummeted, my stats are in the sewer, and my earnings are more pennies than dollars. I’ve single-handedly blown my momentum.
