To Medium, or not to Medium?
From the years of 2011 to 2019 I wrote. I wrote a lot. Several unpublished novels. Short stories. Little opinion pieces in true blog-style. Hundreds of thousands of words, a torrent of literary magic (although, sometimes more akin to a steady flow of typeset vomit).
2019 introduced to me the destructive power of a 9–5, Monday to Friday, utterly draining, work-life. My intended career as a 3D Designer brought my ‘writing game’ to a calamitous halt. Hammered down by long hours – because yes, I accepted ridiculous unpaid overtime – staring at computer screens, moving 3D bottles of Johnny Walker from one 3D shelf to another; I could no longer consider writing an outlet, only a chore. I chose one medium, over another. Writing could not exist whilst 3D remained.
We’ll fast-forward through two years of Pain-demic to the conclusive ending of 2021, New Years Eve.
Who actually sticks to a New Years Resolution? I did, once. Eighteen years-old, eyes glistening with ignorance and youth. I decided to write my first novel, a Science Fiction pitting supernatural digital entities against a world simulation. 120,000 words of precious imagination that was iterated upon each consecutive year until 2019. So, in a passionate, nostalgia-driven, alcohol-induced vision, it was the eve of 2022’s New Year that I decided I would write a short story for every month of that coming year.
And so here I arrive, to my final paragraph of this first post on Medium. I contemplated whether or not to use this platform, simply as a place to host 2022’s ramblings. To Medium, or not to Medium. I’ve decided, to. Therefore, readers and writers of various kinds and complexities; you will find within my posts on this platform the fiction of this year, and perhaps a narration of my thoughts, of the backgrounds, the concepts that flung these fantasies into your digital stratosphere.
I bid you farewell, and hope you will find a thing or two to your liking within these bare walls.
