Unpinning

I’ve just unpinned the stories I had pinned, except for one — my marathon. I’m too in love with running. And that story is special because it launched me into regular writing.

There was one story that made a shitload of money. Seriously, not sarcasm. Thousands of reads. Not a kind of a shitload to make me switch to writing full-time, but it made me feel good — not the money but the realization that Medium can be fun, that I can be authentic. It’s #10 in my stories feed. I had barely started writing on Medium then! There — I’ve kind of pinned it. Go figure. Maybe, if you bother to scroll, you’ll discover some other stories of interest.

There are other stories too I’m tempted to pin. I had them pinned. They are the type everyone pins — the ones that got the most reads, or claps. They must be good if they got the most reads! People will visit my profile, read them and start following me!

No, fuck it. Move on. No single story defines my writing and what’s in my head. I don’t want to be a one-hit-wonder band. A misplaced analogy perhaps but I was just chatting with my son about this. We were looking up one-hit-wonder bands. Tainted love! I melt with you! Not bad. Great actually. Good eternally. Bu still — one-hit wonders.

I want longevity — in my very life, in my relationships, in my ability to reinvent myself. In blogging too.

Follow me if you like my latest story. Scroll through my stories. Some are shit, be warned. Some are awesome. I’ll keep them all. I won’t delete them. Like a musician can’t unwrite a bad song. Like DiCaprio can’t unact his Titanic role, not that it’s bad.

Did I just compare myself to DiCaprio?

My kids keep changing the background on my phone. They use some app to distort the image of our two lovely Boston terries and this is what I get: