With My Sincerest Apologies To Writers, Readers and Editors: Here, There and Everywhere
And that’s for having the audacity to refer to myself as even one of the three, as of late.
I just reread the last thing I published and wondered at what point, I thought the world or anyone in it would find it even remotely unique or intriguing?
I literally didn’t make it through the entire re-read — and I wrote it. I lived through it. My reality created it. The same reality I wake up to each and every God-Forsaken, pandemic-dampened day.
So forgive me for not wanting to once again glance it all over, via a mediocre piece of writing. One I literally have no recollection of writing, nonetheless.
But you see, this piece of writing is not about that piece. Not exclusively anyhow. It’s about any post I ever gave less to than I was capable of. Gave less because I was certain it didn’t matter anyway.
And maybe it didn’t. Would a handful of more tweaks here or there have made me the next overnight big thing on Medium? Probably not. Mainly because it couldn’t have, being I’ve been bleeding openly on this platform for years now. Going on four to be exact. I’ve already put in far too much time and work to be an overnight success.
