We’ve reached the halfway mark of July. How has it been for you?
I have found myself asking what it means to be relational.
What does that word mean to you? Does it mean being able to identify with what someone has to say? Does it mean making an effort to send a meaningful message letting them know how it affected you? Does it mean having the courage to let your opinions known to your wider community?
In terms of engaging with one another on Medium, I believe it means all of these things, and initiating conversation through…
Now here’s something different to do during summer 2021.
Vocal Media has launched SFS: The Summer Fiction Series. A series of 8 weekly short-fiction writing challenges designed to jump-start our creativity between 7th July — 31st August, and give us the chance to earn big bucks every week in the process. More specifically…
1st place: $5,000
2nd place: $1,000
3rd place: $500
When I was first told about this, I was sceptical. Surely with over 31K+ writers on the platform, what would be the chances of a little old newbie like me winning serious money? I needed social proof. …
If there is one thing the pandemic has taught the human race, it’s that we’re not always the ones in control. Catastrophe can strike when we least expect it and completely dismantle everything we once knew into an assortment of pieces on the ground.
Even if we haven’t experienced catastrophe directly during the pandemic, most of us have realised that we won’t be returning to the old “normal.”
The ongoing challenges of living in volatile, uncertain, complex, and ambiguous (VUCA) conditions oftentimes leave us scrambling to keep plugging holes in a sinking rowboat. For most, the mere fact we are…
Perhaps this is an unpopular opinion. But, yet again, things would be pretty boring if everyone agreed with one another now, wouldn’t they?
The question “will your writing be boring if your life isn’t interesting?” is one that until today seems to have been answered incredibly well for us all. And as much as I agree that a life of abundance makes for an abundance of life within the words we writers document, I also believe that the side of the coin that currently embraces the floor has something equal to offer.
I’m somewhat of a commercial wet dream. If someone gives me a good enough reason to subscribe, follow or buy something, I’ll most likely do it with little resistance.
You may have the greatest digital product for me, which could considerably improve my earning potential, soft skills, mental health. But if what you’re selling doesn’t measure up to what I’d be buying, I’m going to click out very quickly.
Ok… what do I mean by this?
What I’ve come to realise is people click in for the content but stay because of you. And you are exactly what is going…
14 grams of assorted copper scraps. 2.5 credits.
29.8 grams of empty aluminum cans. 5 credits.
200 grams of a dented stainless steel rod. 30 credits.
A 5 kilogram rusted cast iron weight plate. 750 credits.
A 100-gram slice of Maud’s chocolate fudge cake. Also 750 credits.
I was about to eat myself out of the biggest find all week sitting in a dingy cafe within the scrapping district of Braedon. There isn’t more to do here than forage for lost treasure in the waste discarded from the higher levels or try your best to forget you’re living here.
My desire to be taken seriously as a writer has caused me to grind myself down mentally. Luckily, I’ve realised it before I became a worn-out stub.
I started flitting around the internet trying to make money since suffering a breakdown and quitting my high paying job last June.
Long story short: I’m now in therapy, living on benefits, and have landed on writing as the way to move forward from it.
Between June and now, I had experimented with unconventional roads to financial independence. All of which led either to nowhere or “road closed” signs. The biggest gain was…
A recent health scare caused me to reformat my entire lifestyle. Now that I know I don’t in fact have a blood clot on my lung — or anywhere else in my body — I have decided to make some important changes to how I approach health and fitness. Changes that I’m still not quite used to.
Until late June 2021, I hadn’t stepped foot into a gym for 3 years. I know, right? I had gone from being a moderately podgy but fit person to a nearing obese person who couldn’t run for a bus without spending 10 minutes…
Writing about things like this always unsettles me. But I know that if I don’t bring myself to get this message out there, I’ll regret it and make myself feel a lot worse.
Sometime in May, I was leisurely entering my local park when I was passed by a young parent and their daughter, or even an older and younger sibling, together with a woman pushing a buggy. As we crossed paths, I heard the young woman say something foul to the younger child, who looked confused as they remained walking quietly beside them. …
We’re not always Okay… and that’s Okay. 🌹 Owner, Meld of Minds | ADHDer | Creative Writer | Poet-ish