Is there anything more sweat-inducing than the classic, “So tell me about yourself?” (Nope. I am literally sweating through my palms onto my keyboard right now.)
Don’t get me wrong; I think this publication is awesome! I just don’t know how to do this right.
There’s just something that feels futile and reductive about trying to tell someone who you are in the space of one Medium story.
But maybe I’m a little more f*cked up in regards to “about me’s” than your average bear.
See, back in the day, 10–12 years ago, I thought I was going to be…
Hey Medium Family!
I’ll admit that for me, it’s been a strange week. But our About Me Stories writers? You all shared some fantastic stories! Although I haven’t personally reached out yet, I’m so very happy to have you here.
Not to mention, because of you cool people, the About Me Stories publication has grown to a whopping 1,662 followers! Wow.
Introspection, Exposition family,
February was a fantastic month for us Introspection, Exposition!
We gained even more very talented writers, and both they and some of our consistent contributors have generously shared with us their difficult, funny, and compelling stories.
You all are incredible.
The publication grew by over a third(!) in this last month alone and is up to 211 followers. This is, of course, entirely thanks to our tremendous writers.
It’s called Curiosity, and it’s a place for our writers to talk about their unique obsessions. So far, we have articles covering ancient history, paranormal theory, and true crime.
I realized the other night that I need to separate from my partner.
Today, I’m struggling to pull the trigger. He sees that I’m not okay, and so he’s naturally being closer, more affectionate. In anxiety, he latches onto me.
It makes it harder to build up the courage to sit him down and say, I can’t do this anymore.
Because unfortunately, love is not enough.
It doesn’t matter that I love him more than I’ve loved anyone. Or that I’m one of the most important things in his life. Or that we’ve become family.
None of that means that…
Hey Medium Family!
Thank you for sharing your stories, and through them, yourselves. It’s a genuine pleasure to get to know you and to see those greater connections being built within the community.
Because of you, the About Me Stories publication is constantly growing, and as of this moment, has an impressive 1,606 followers!
Yep, I have to do it. Last week, I told you about the Mad Libs style humor publication, Fill in the Blanks. Today, I’m plugging my publication, Introspection, Exposition, co-edited by the talented Shain Slepian.
At its heart, Introspection, Exposition for writers who want to dig…
“What does it mean to be a good writer? Does good writing even matter, or have Twitter, Instagram, YouTube, Snapchat, TikTok, etc. turned us into mindless, unsophisticated zombies who no longer care for grammar, punctuation, vocabulary, or creativity?”
(Damn, sounds like someone’s cranky…)
George Randall sent me the above prompt a while back after having found it on a writing website, and I thought it was worth (finally) addressing.
Although I’d encourage everyone to think about it for themselves, I’ll nonetheless offer my take — or, takes — on this trap(!) of a question.
Writing has never been primarily about…
Hey Medium Family,
I hope everyone survived their Valentine’s Day, or better, enjoyed it. 😉
Thank you all for sharing your stories! You, as people, are the best thing about Medium. I know I’ve seen some real connections made in the About Me Stories pub this week, which always makes me smile.
Also, this is a silly thing, but I love numbers that look cool. (Numbers like 12:34 or 11/11.) Well, About Me Stories is at 1551 followers as of this moment, and I personally am digging that number!
Once upon a time (otherwise known as until this very week), I thought that disliking Valentine’s Day came either from being single or being coupled up with someone who maybe wasn’t great at celebrating things (no shade).
I mean, those have historically been my reasons for dreading the holiday. Thanks, world for reminding me that my life is void of romance!
But this week, as I’m reading Medium stories and talking with friends, I’m beginning to realize that what everyone is hating on is a set of expectations for Valentine’s Day that really is foreign to me.
Yes, I’ve seen…
In my story about my first boyfriend, I mentioned a college guy I’d been dating in my last months of ‘high school.’ I also said that he was a great guy and that, partially out of fear, I hadn’t given him a real shot.
What I glanced over in that story, however, was how things ended between us — the part of the story that makes me look like a real asshole.
So in the spirit of honestly sharing our mistakes…
This college guy — let’s call him Tim. He and I had been on a few very nice dates…