I Desperately Want To Write On Medium

But will your Home Page let me?

I get up from my nap rested. I open Medium Homepage and every single time I’m hit with an endless river of generic, click-baity, and mediocre titles and sub-titles. My eyeballs roll in my sockets and like Daniel Kalhua, I go Nope.

But before you know it, your fingers just slides down. and down. and down. It goes on and on. And my brain short circuits with this reverse-bile flurry of content. I shut Medium and I’m out. 56 seconds.

The Medium HomePage is seriously mundane. Rarely, any of it is writing. These assemly of sentences are not articles. They’re content. Instructing, guiding, gently nudging, holding my elbow and shoving me until I get in line and mingle with the mainstream.

Gone are the days when I made a cup of tea and switched on my computer just to surf. There was great stuff like StumbleUpon and good old Project Gutenberg. Surfing was a specific, separate activity you took out time to do for leisure and learning.

I’m not the only one who prefers it like that.

Now that we’re sleeping with and going to potty with the internet, it’s much harder to create. Writing on Medium — or any other intermediary portal for that matter — is akin to bringing your own violin to a concert. They make you sit…