Medium Daily Digest - I'm Drowning in Notifications
I don’t know if any of you guys receive the Daily Digest spam?
The thing that appears in your inbox every day? Daily, in fact. From Medium. It’s called Digest because we’re on a writing site. I’d have called it “Stuff to Read,” but then I’m not really one of the “writing types.”
But that’s not my beef.
Neither will I complain about the spam element of it because since joining Medium — Je He Sus Freddie Christ, the amount of mail I get.
Someone clapped. Someone followed. Someone farted in the Medium Towers cafeteria.
I’m going to let that go. Still smiling and being positive about the whole experience. Earned $3 yesterday, had 44 emails this morning to go through. Man, I can only imagine what successful people have to look at when they open their mail in the morning.
What’s the procedure when you have 1,000 emails? Do you filter them into trash? Do you employ a team of people to handle mail, like celebrities must do?
The thing that appears in your inbox every day? Daily, in fact. From Medium. It’s called Digest because we’re on a writing site. I’d have called it “Stuff to Read,” but then I’m not really one of the “writing types.”
But that’s not my beef.
Neither will I complain about the spam element of it because since joining Medium — Je He Sus Freddie Christ, the amount of mail I get.
Someone clapped. Someone followed. Someone farted in the Medium Towers cafeteria.
I’m going to let that go. Still smiling and being positive about the whole experience. Earned $3 yesterday, had 44 emails this morning to go through. Man, I can only imagine what successful people have to look at when they open their mail in the morning.
What’s the procedure when you have 1,000 emails? Do you filter them into trash? Do you employ a team of people to handle mail, like celebrities must do?
What I love about responses is creating your own response to their response. You read a few words, says something like “I loved how Simon was able to walk again.” You think, what the heck was I writing about? So you reread the article, shuddering at the awfulness of it, looking for where Simon was mentioned. Right at the end, of course. The fake uplift in the call to action. Great.
Then, you draft a response in the fashion in which you wrote the story. I adopt different personas when I write. In real life, I am a miserable, unpleasant, and anti-social person. Especially before breakfast time when dealing with 44 emails. A friendly, witty, and thoughtful remark later — I’ve finished my inbox.
Apart from one.
Then, you draft a response in the fashion in which you wrote the story. I adopt different personas when I write. In real life, I am a miserable, unpleasant, and anti-social person. Especially before breakfast time when dealing with 44 emails. A friendly, witty, and thoughtful remark later — I’ve finished my inbox.
Apart from one.
The Medium Daily Digest
I always leave this one till last.
Each day I wonder if one of my stories has made it to the Digest. I churn out stories by the score. I’m building my list. Working the room. Putting it out there. Is today my lucky day? A story in the Digest and THEN the fabulous wealth and riches the people writing the courses have promised?
I look eagerly down the stories. All my ‘friends’ are there. All the people I’ve interacted with. The publications I write for are there too.
But to this day, not once, has one of my stories appeared.
Are they laughing at me in Medium Towers? Is there some sort of joke I’m unaware of? Some box I ticked that says, “Do not show my work to anyone ever under any circumstances?”
I sometimes grudgingly visit one, maybe two, of the stories presented. I know it’s obligatory, and I oblige. You skim their whitterings quickly, get the gist of it, type 20 words, check your spelling, clap 50 times, and move on. Sometimes the bastards respond to the comment! Another email for tomorrow morning.
By the time this is done, the notifications bell thing is nudging me. There’s more to do.
But first — breakfast.
Let’s see what tomorrow’s Daily Digest brings. Maybe it will be my lucky day.
Thanks for caring. Buy me a coffee. Read my book. But please, no more comments. I need a break.
I always leave this one till last.
Each day I wonder if one of my stories has made it to the Digest. I churn out stories by the score. I’m building my list. Working the room. Putting it out there. Is today my lucky day? A story in the Digest and THEN the fabulous wealth and riches the people writing the courses have promised?
I look eagerly down the stories. All my ‘friends’ are there. All the people I’ve interacted with. The publications I write for are there too.
But to this day, not once, has one of my stories appeared.
Are they laughing at me in Medium Towers? Is there some sort of joke I’m unaware of? Some box I ticked that says, “Do not show my work to anyone ever under any circumstances?”
I sometimes grudgingly visit one, maybe two, of the stories presented. I know it’s obligatory, and I oblige. You skim their whitterings quickly, get the gist of it, type 20 words, check your spelling, clap 50 times, and move on. Sometimes the bastards respond to the comment! Another email for tomorrow morning.
By the time this is done, the notifications bell thing is nudging me. There’s more to do.
But first — breakfast.
Let’s see what tomorrow’s Daily Digest brings. Maybe it will be my lucky day.
Thanks for caring. Buy me a coffee. Read my book. But please, no more comments. I need a break.