I Suck At This.

Was I ever any good?

I suck at this. No, seriously, I totally suck at this writing on Medium thing. I kinda had a good run during Covid, but my juices have slowed to molasses in a cold jar.

I see the Medium icon on my iPad each morning and feel a tinge of dread; well, not exactly dread, maybe guilt?

Four or five of you (ok, three or four) liked some of my stories. Hell, I enjoyed writing them!

That was then.

It’s not for lack of ideas. I have a running faucet of ideas flowing at all times. Sitting on the toilet, riding my bitchin e-mountain bike, strumming a guitar, they are ever present, yet putting the proverbial pen to paper brings pause.

I have a dear friend, Mr.

Harry Hogg

, as he likes to be called, whose writings bring me to my knees. I have callouses to prove such a thing.

He must use Dragon or some such speech application.

Holy shit, maybe I can use that! Maybe that’s just what I need.

Anyway, back to Harry, that bastard. How can one man (or woman) be that good? I shouldn’t compare. There are much worse writers than me. Please, no names.

I’m a busy guy. Shit, I’ve got hobbies coming out of my ears, and to sit in front of this stupid iPad drains me.

I guess I thought I had a pretty good thing going. I’d get 100 claps or so, a comment or two, and next thing you know, I’m skipping down the hall to the toilet. Even my lovely wife got into it.

“Did you see a little green circle in your notifications bell?” She would inquisitively ask.

“Why yes! I’d exclaim.

She would rush to my side to see who clapped or commented. What joy!

Now — nothing.

I really suck at this.

If anyone reads this, would you be so kind as to comment? Please. I promise to share the green dot with Laura; she’ll get a kick out of it.