I Got Sick of Being Hogan Torah, so I Took a Break
The internet was still here when I got back
I wrote my ass off this year.
I wrote my ass off last year.
I write my ass off every time I sit down in front my computer. Not just on Medium. On Twitter, on Insta, on Facebook, on LinkedIn, on Donner, on The Dots, on Cupid, on Blitzen.
Turns out being a writer involves a lot of writing. Writing the story is the easy part. Finding your audience is the challenge.
Unless you’re already famous for something else, You need to be as omnipresent as hydrogen in the Metaverse to make it as a writer. Doesn’t matter if you’re writing on Medium or publishing a book on Amazon or doing an episodic story on Wattpad or answering questions on Quora. You need to get your name out there.
Everywhere.
When nobody was listening I could throw shit at the wall and see what stuck. As shit started to stick, I amassed a pretty decent collection of shit at the wall and developed an audience to witness and even clap for my shit. They admired the shit I had gotten to stick, but to keep their attention I had to keep throwing shit. Not only throw it but have a good percentage of shit that sticks to retain my audience and even more sticking shit to get it to grow.
