The surprising results from publishing less than half of my posts behind the paywall on Medium. Recently I have been unlocking a large number of my articles. The benefits have been huge. So huge, I haven’t even thought of the money I have missed out on. In a moment of complete madness, I decided to set up a Medium publication dedicated to daily posts. These posts are written as a journal and include details of my writing journey. I also include writing tips and tricks I have discovered on my journey.
Patreon is an essential platform for all writers. It allows you to build up a personalised relationship with your fans. I set up my Patreon a number of months ago. I am pleased with the progress, my patrons are valuable to me. However, it has not grown at the speed I would have liked. Some … Continue reading Support a Writer & Join Patreon
Zee looked at the jar in his hand, containing his parent’s ashes. His family who he had carried with him for the last two years. Whilst he arranged the journey back to his father’s homeland. His last dying wish, to be buried at home. His mother’s ashes to go with him. Together in eternity. Zee’s parents had loved each other despite the crippling cultural differences. Zee had been born mix heritage, a factor that had haunted him all his life. The bullies at school who had mocked him. The employers who had given him the worst jobs, because of it. When he complained to his parents about it, always the same answer.
Over the last couple of months, I have been working hard on my email list. Everything was going well, three weeks in, my account was suspended by MailChimp. The reason was suspicious activity. Anyone who has subscribed knows that I send standard author newsletters. I emailed them back and asked for clarification. That was three weeks ago, I still haven’t got a reply. As MailChimp had been recommended to me, I was devastated. The fact that MailChimp treats its customers like this, is another matter. I understand that accounts need to be checked. Not replying, is a great example of a company getting too popular, to care about the people who put them at the top. At the time I was tempted to give up on my newsletter, but why should I let one company ruin my writing career. So I looked for alternatives. I decided to go it alone.
I hold you in my hand so smooth Running my fingers over the grooves Dents from drops when I was small Scratches from the change you hold Edges worn and rounded off Fingerprints inlaid in dust A lid that flips and shuts with a bang A wick as black as nights of old The smell … Continue reading Lighter Days – Poem
I am proud of my first novel. It isn’t perfect and there are many things I will change when I publish again. I am still proud of it. In Medium fiction makes a fraction of the money, that other articles do. But, this will never deter me. I will always enjoy writing fiction and continue to do it. How else will my imaginary friends get to escape? The characters in my head deserve to see the world. Some people will love them, some will only read my non-fiction articles. I’m fine with that. Everyone has their own tastes. You would never see me pick up a romance novel, for example. Fiction on Medium
After the miscarriage, Sarah and Simon’s marriage struggles to survive Sarah sat and watched him. He had clinically laid the table a minute ago. Making sure all the knives and forks were exactly the same distance away. Placing the pot stand, exactly in the centre of the table. Simon walked over to the table, placing the pan exactly on the pot stand. Not a millimetre off the centre. Things had been tough for the last year in the Parker house. Ever since they had lost the baby the pair had been on a different page. It started with a quick niggle at each other. A few cross words had grown into a full-scale war. The arguments lasting for hours. Always resulting in one of them spending the night on the sofa. Two weeks ago they had faced the final decision. Go their separate ways or make their marriage work. It hadn’t always been like this. Before pregnancy, they had been happy. Constantly in the bedroom, only wanting to spend time with each other.