All Rolled Into One
The Many Faces of Medium “Fame”
My very first Medium story published on December 15, 2014 and went viral with 583 reads and 27 recommends. Okay, to clarify, ONE read was viral in my eyes. I’d never published anything on this type of platform — and dove in face first. By connecting with some well-curated publications, I’ve found and actual audience, and more importantly, a place for the mixed bag that is my writing.
After tiring of Medium’s disgruntled readers and the never-ending whine fest about “real writing” versus the self-help/tech/marketing lists that saturate the Top Reads, I felt compelled to look through my own “portfolio” to assess where I fell. Am I one of those hated quick-fix listicle writers? What about an egocentric self-disclosing personal essayist? Or--dare I say it--a freaking poet?
As it turns out, I’m all three. And as a freelancer, licensed therapist, and mother — that makes a hell of a lot of sense. And guess what? There is room for all of me here. For those clinging to hopes that Medium will cater to only one type of writer and audience, I say STFU. Stop writing about your frustrations with the platform and get back to your craft.
That said, here are the fruits of my labors from the past year and a half. I present them as evidence that you can be a little bit of everything on Medium. Even a whiny bitch.
Pants around my ankles, I squatted over the fossilized dinosaur footprint — a goofy grin spreading across my face. It’s…medium.com
My blood is not red but a light brown. The brackish water of Georgia’s intracoastal. Wring me out like a washcloth and…medium.com
I picked up my charcoal and went back to the eyes. They were vacant, but not in a good way. Not in the way that makes a…medium.com
Yesterday, I reached down to pick my iPhone off the asphalt parking lot. It was face down which never bodes well. And…medium.com
When the email came from the Emmy-award winning TV producer, I was caught completely off-guard.medium.com
The flickering lanterns bumped and bobbed along the forest path like drunken fireflies. Toddlers gripped the handles…medium.c
How to Own up to your Shortcomings and Actually Changemedium.com
Booze enthusiast. Raging lush. Happy hour mom. Functional alcoholic. Regardless of the labels I adhere to the me of…medium.com
As you sharpen your trusty #2’s for a new year of writing, I wanted to pass a little gift your way. When you feel that…medium.com
I stood at the edge of the forty foot drop and debated whether or not I should jump. A movie-worthy montage played…medium.com
I pick up the starfish and count her rays — one, two, three, four, five — noting one that’s shorter than the rest. A…medium.com
Overcoming Negative Labels Once You’re Past Blaming Mom and Dadmedium.com
How To Avoid The Pitfalls Of Assuming You Should Always Be Happiermedium.com
The shrimp pops and flails. I guide the hook up through his tail and into the arch of his curved belly. Rod back, I…medium.com
I envy the small green snake
peeking out from behind my Begonias.
Tired of her skin, she slithers out of it. Sloughs it…medium.com
Response to Medium’s World Poetry Day Challenge — Change a message from your sent email into a poem. (I rebelled and…medium.com
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Jen Anderson is currently taking a break from her therapist gig to focus on writing, coaching, motherhood, and her self-proclaimed Jendependence Movement.