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The Short Story of a Long Winded Writer
Medium is the wide open space that I’ve come to run with other the wild horses.
For so many years text, email and social media became another form of communication I didn’t realize that people kept it shorter because everyone isn’t a writer. I would literally write articles, stories and essays to friends I would have these electronic conversions with.
I’ve come to the conclusion that the average person doesn’t feel like writing or reading too much. I honestly didn’t have a clue. It took someone very close to me to tell me that my texts were too long. They would overwhelm her because she wanted to honor me and read it all. She was the first one to tell me. Most others wouldn’t.
They would disappear or just ignore me. I had no idea that what I was doing was super extra. I had a lot on mind and no where for this eager pen to flow and commune with other like minds. Every time I would write long posts on Facebook the algorithm hid it or people just didn’t want to read (It’s the latter). To make a long story short I found others like myself here.
Those who like to write long and those who actually like reading long writes. I’m home. I’m free. The interesting thing about all of this is now I have wonder ful readers who request that I turn my long comments into articles.
Who would’ve thought? It’s a compliment too. Thanks Yana Bostongirl ! So let me end this before I have to change the title. Did I fail again? This was supposed to be a much shorter piece. Oh well.
I tried.
