Write for your followers, not for the instant gratification of claps. I’m sorry to say I haven’t found the magic algorithm to Mediums partner program. No one understands it, which makes it such a thing of mystic and wonder. It’s what makes it so interesting every month. I have had articles with 100 claps earn more … Continue reading Claps Are No Reflection On Your Writing
Many phrases that Shakespeare wrote are still being used today. I first studied Shakespeare, along with millions of others as part of my GCSE reading list. My groans were louder than most, as I tried to interpret the difficult wording and phrases. Then as time went by I grew to love the beautifully poetic words; the … Continue reading Shakespeare is More Modern Than Most of You Think
Editing and republishing older posts is a brilliant way of keeping your audience engaged when you are busy. Have you ever had your job get in the way of your side hustle? Recently as we hurtle towards the end of the term, this has happened to me. Although I have time to write some posts, … Continue reading Revive Old Posts
A change in your personality can be a good change. Before I admitted to myself and everyone else I was gay, I was an extrovert. At every social gathering and work party, I was the centre of attention. The parties I threw at my house were legendary. So was my secret Pimms recipe and the hangovers … Continue reading My Extrovert Has Gone Introvert
I remember receiving the box of my father’s things when I was 25. Shortly after he died I received a phone call to collect his effects from the mental hospital. They say after 15 years of incarceration, his brain finally gave in and let him pass. My family told me he hadn’t always been insane, it was a slow deterioration over many years. I don’t remember him being anything other than raving, violent and dangerous. Photos exist of us together when I was a toddler. It’s a time I don’t remember or want to. I took the box to my car, marvelling at how small it was. A small box, no bigger than a standard order from Amazon. A handful of things collected over a lifetime. I threw the box in the back of my car. I cared less about it than I did my father and that was saying something. As I pulled up to the house I left the box in the car and went in. Swinging my toddler into my arms, feeling his arms wrap around my neck. How could my father leave me at the same age?
Sometimes a wave in your life appears a wave so big to wash all fears.
I watched your accident with horror life so brittle it could be extinguished a reminder to appreciate, love and cherish.