Eyyyyyy, look at that: 300 Posts! I think I said this on the 200th post, but I'll say it here: that's 300 more things than I wrote from about 2002–2021, give or take a poem or an accidental eulogy. the first 200 took over a year, but the last 100 only took about a month and a half. what can I say, I'm pretty focused and I love what I do in this space, that’s why I do it most every day. Yes, they cannot all be winners but I think my win/ loss ratio is better than it was in at least the first 175 or so posts. I think about whether to let content breathe and pick up views before I go stack more on top of it, but I don't have anything resembling self control or discretion when it comes to internet trauma dumping.
I stated a few goals at #200 and I don't remember what most of them were, nor do I care enough to go pull that article up and look at it. I’m going to toot my own horn a little bit here so bear with me: I wanted to get from around 50 medium followers to 100 so that I could join the medium partnership program and try to monetize my writing. Today I’m at 181 followers, but I never paywall any of my posts anyway because I'd rather have readers than whatever negligible amount of money I'd make from getting new medium members signed up via content paywall. I’m sure it wouldn't change my tax bracket. I think most of my readers come from my constant advertising on Facebook and Instagram, rather than inside of the medium user-base, anyway. So, I picked up about 130 followers from inside of this site, and I generate about 500 reads a month (out of maybe 1200 views, but views aren't reads). I’ve always liked the traffic analytics of medium, and I never found it as comprehensive on any of the platforms I was on while medium was being a shitfuck and not allowing posting from their mobile app. I’ll have you know that I was an app store Karen and left a bad review, to which medium replied that they’d be bringing that feature back. I don’t blog from my phone now that I have my own little desk with a mechanical keyboard to bang out on while I listen to 90’s British big beat music (Fatboy Slim, Chemical Brothers) . You just don’t get that tactile rhythmic experience from a touch screen qwerty keyboard. Typing on this thing inside of the beat of music is fucking marvelous, and I sit and do it even when I don't have any ideas to get at. People see me typing, and ask me what I'm doing, and so I tell them about this blog, and maybe they'll read it. I’m not where I'm at to sell anything, but if someone wants a look at my work I'll take it. I stand up in front of 100 people sometimes and read poems that I think are trash, and people are really into them, which makes me sweat and feel alive.
So, if you’re reading this: THANK YOU! If you like anything you’ve seen so far, do me a solid and spread that shit around! 300 posts in, I'm way less bashful about my writing, because I think it’s the reason that I keep surviving all of this insanely dangerous behavior. I have clarity of purpose, and the purpose is to get all of this stuff that's inside of me, out onto a page.
I’m going to include a couple links, should you choose to click them.
You can support my creative endeavors for less than a netflix subscription, and I might even make you a playlist:
I tweet the little ideas that are too small for a big ‘ol medium post. It’s called microblogging.
https://twitter.com/EvR0ck86?t=aZXTi6wZVqPSiv-l9LEWsQ&s=09
All my other links are right here for easy clicking.
https://linktr.ee/EvR0cK17
So, thank you again for reading and responding to my work, it keeps me going. I’ll see you at 400, chu heard?
