I’ve been spending a lot of time over at Medium learning the ropes, and I have to say–it ain’t all pretty. Lots of learning curves; mainly, I suspect, because the powers-that-be at that behemoth website are still tweaking, still trying to make it a publishing company full of professional writers, good writers, bad writers, beginner writers, unsure writers, and non-writers. It’s quite literally a mess–but a fine mess.
I won’t go into great detail here. It’s too much. Exhausting. It’s been months now and I still don’t know how to do a whole lot of things that have nothing to do with my writing.
The good thing is, I’m writing more than I have in a long time. The bad thing is, I’m not making much money. But the obvious thing is, I was making NO money writing my blogs. So there’s that.
But the best part of Medium is the other writers. I’m involved in several communities on and off Facebook and I’m in my element. I’m happy there and that counts for something. Maybe everything when it comes to the things you love to do.
So, as if it’s not crazy enough trying to figure that world out, I’ve started something new. Medium is a website made up of hundreds of publications. They’re like magazines, each with its own stamp, its own style, its own feel. I decided I needed to have one, too.
Mine is called Indelible Ink. I thought I made up that title but when I went to buy the domain name it was already taken. And for sale for $7000. Really. Then, when I added it to Linkedin it turns out it’s the name of a tattoo company. So I’m trying to think of a name I like as well, but DAMN! That one is perfect!
I called it Indelible Ink because I envisioned a pub filled with strong writing that resonates, that’s memorable, that’s entertaining, that stands the test of time. I want pieces that can be read years from now and still reverberate.
I invited several writers whose work I admire and all but one has accepted so far. I’m getting submissions by email, too, and some are great but some just don’t fit. I hate having to reject anyone but I have a vision for this publication and I want to keep it. I know how rejection feels, but I know, too, that “not a good fit” isn’t the same as “you suck”. (Not that any editor would say that. No way.)
I picture myself writing alongside the writers who come there, feeling pretty inadequate. I like that. It means I might just have to sharpen my own skills. I call that a perk.
Anyway, that’s where I am now. Come on over! And stay a while. I miss you.
This is where I am: