52 Weeks, 52 Articles.
It’s rewind time.
Well, well, well — where should I even begin?
On September 7th, I wrote my first article on Medium. And with that article, I made the promise to write new ones every Saturday. It’s been 52 weeks since I started, and now I’ve published 52 articles on Medium.
It’s weird. I’ve written 52 articles over 52 weeks, and I only remember writing two or three of them. But with every story along the way, my writing improved a little. Someone gave me a clap, or maybe a nice comment.
Since my very first story, I became a Medium partner, wrote for a couple of publications, and even started my own (which didn’t work out too well). I’ve put out “hits” like my review on the book “Think And Grow Rich,” and “classics” like “Getting a Chatbot To Be My Friend,” or “A Beginner’s Guide To Stoicism.” Please don’t look them up.
I’ve had a couple of people ask me what the secret is behind a good story. And let me tell you — after writing 52 articles and trying out hundreds of different “catchy” titles and “attractive” images, I don’t think there’s such a thing. Quality is subjective. That’s why I gave up on writing articles for other people a while ago.
You get to define what quality means to you. I realized that if it didn’t matter what other people thought of my stories, then I might as well write about whatever I wanted. If it weren’t for that realization at around week 20, I don’t think I would’ve been able to keep writing.
Thank you to everyone who gave me the will, the inspiration, and the creativity to write along the way. I wouldn’t have been able to start (or continue) this journey without you.
I’ve written 52 articles — each of them in a different state of mind where I thought they would be my best piece of writing yet. I don’t know if I’m evolving with my stories or if they evolve with me. But regardless — that was last year. I still don’t think I’ve passed the experimental phase of writing. Starting now, I’ve begun a new year, and things are changing.
How are they changing? I’ve got no idea myself.