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I’m Going To Fail for Five Weeks
If Medium is the only means by which I measure myself
This summer I took off for four weeks in the Canadian wilderness. Miles away from the closest wi-fi signal. All writing was done on small notebooks, often while riding a horse, being whacked by low branches or crossing a stream.
My writing is barely legible, but it speaks to the world around me at the time.
Then I got home. My Medium stats sucked. I threw my heart into writing- which was easy because my podiatrist locked me in a boot and I was largely house-bound for five weeks. Easy to write a lot when you can’t run, hike, or whatever.
My stats steadily shot up. I engaged a lot. Wrote a lot. Still am. For two more days.
Looks like success, right? Write. If you’ll pardon the pun.
Here’s the rub. Thursday of this week I’m heading to Mongolia for five weeks. No wi-fi, except in Ulaan Bataar. I will stop writing and engaging with readers for hours at a time.
My stats will drop precipitously. So will my income.