Medium is like Las Vegas, except they don’t give you free watered down cocktails to keep writing.

Being a Medium Writer Is Like Being A Degenerate Gambler

I’m in a bad place right now.

And I’m having a blast.

You see, I have a complicated relationship with Medium.

It’s not really a love/hate relationship; it’s more like an “if you were a person, I’d gladly slaughterize you/if you were a person, I’d gladly repopulate a post-apocalyptic future with you” relationship.

And I don’t think I’m the only writer who feels this way about the eponymous platform.

There’s the healthy way to be a Medium writer.

You write a few stories, you improve your writing skills, you see what kind of feedback you get when you publish a story, try out new topics, then you go about the rest of your life as a professional employee or full-time human being or whatever.

Then there’s the unhealthy way to be a Medium writer.

You check your Stats way too often, you get frustrated when you break a winning streak of hit stories with an underperforming story, you wish for a pox upon the house of Medium for not curating your stories as often as you like, and it pisses you off when you write a story that has a thousand claps yet only makes you $3.47.

And then, there’s MY…