The Medium Fight Club — Day 9 — Training Day
Day 1: 26th April
Day 2: 27th April
Day 9: 05th May
Today’s a training day, you double-digit-nobody. Show you around, give you a taste of the business. I got 38 articles pending post, 63 comments in the last 5 minutes, another 250 recommendations since I started speaking to your pussy ass. I supervise five other Medium Titans. That’s five different personalities. Five sets of problems. You can be number six if you act now. But I ain’t holding no hands, okay? I ain’t baby-sitting. You got today and today only to show me who and what you’re made of. You don’t like writing, get the fuck off my webcam. Go get you a nice, pussy finance job, chasing payments or some shit, you hear me?
I wanted to get back in the Pits on the 28th, but as I started to write an entry I realised I was anything but ready.
The bruises were still black.
The memory of defeat still fresh.
Shit-I could still taste the arena’s dirt on my tongue despite an incessant use of Listerine mouthwash.
Nothing felt right about my writing on the 28th. Strange that… I used to believe form only belonged in sports.
The material was forced.
Worse, it was repetitive.
‘I can’t post this tripe.’ Too-fucking-right I couldn’t. It’s not like I have a reputation to maintain or anything, but you gotta draw the line somewhere.
It was going to take more than a day on my ass, a day in study and reflection and some fight music from the Kill Bill Soundtrack to fix my chances, no matter how deluded I was.
So, what did I need?
More of everything.
More. More. More.
I needed a mentor.
And so, off into the digital world I went…
I reached out to two Medium Titans in search of a Training Day.
Did royalty mix with the common folk?
I was about to find out.
The first was a young girl I was following, Tiffany Sun. In short I sent her an email asking for advice on how to emulate her. It wasn’t too long later, she had gotten back to me with a lengthy, well thought out reply.
It turns out even the dragons can’t resist a newb humbly asking for guidance.
The second Titan, a Californian heavyweight, called Jonas Ellison, a guru managing the Higher Thoughts page on Medium accompanied by his website www.jonasellison.com went above and beyond however.
I reached out to him through his website, he gets back to me, we trade a few emails, he bigs up my The Medium Fight club — Welcome to the Pits effort, has me gushing when he calls me a great writer and we set up a Skype call for the 2nd May.
It was almost immediate to me why he was who he was.
Easy to listen to.
Attention to detail.
Hell, he was speaking to a double-digit-nobody but I felt special (Started flickering my eyelashes and everything)
Who has time to get back to people like me? (Let alone video call someone with an eight hour time difference)
I mean, we always mean to, but even our friends need to remind us to get our heads back in the game and answer that god forsaken WhatsApp message you forgot about the other day.
This was perhaps the most evident Medium Titan quality I had found to date.
Leave no stone unturned.
Jonas had posted everyday for two years… TWO YEARS?!
Shit, I failed after two days.
To climb the ranks I needed to commit myself.
Not these ‘half-sess’ efforts.
The question is, how important is this too me?
To procrastinate is just a convenient verb to demonstrate I don’t care enough.
Let’s see if I can conquer my first weekend. If on Monday I am three posts in, perhaps I won’t be killing myself for meaningful content and my creative muscles will continue to upgrade.
The Pit’s aren’t going anywhere.
Welcome to your training day Mr Mooney