anyone out there been reading this blog for a loooong time? maybe 1 or 2 of you… well, if you had, you would know my love/ but mostly hate relationship with my blog site. it’s wordpress.org. which is different than wordpress.com, but i don;t know what the difference is…. anyway, the site is cumbersome. cluttered. hard to navigate, hard to understand. for example, recently i tried to understand stats.
first of all, it took about 60 seconds for this page to load. and just look at the lists on the right side and the top. then try and understand the stats. maybe you are way more technical than i am. maybe it all makes sense to you. but me? i wonder a million questions when i look at this. it must be tracking the satchelspizza.com website is all i can imagine. the whole thing is a clusterfuck to me. that’s just one tiny corner of a closet, that page. the thing is built for people who care waaaay more about all the details than me. i just want to sit down and write. i want it to be free of clutter and i want it to look good. clean. simple. i worked hard to set this blog up so that there isn’t much clutter on the page. and to get that photo up? i had to first export the file and change the size, then import it back here and there’s no telling how it will be formatted when i’m done. it could be a big picture with a bunch of little words from the start of this paragraph scrolling down the right side of the image, all messed up looking, OR— it might look fine. no problem. the thing is i just don;t have control, and surely with the airplane cockpit of controls i can do whatever the hell i want, but i’d have to take a night course for 4 months to get the hang of it. i’ve simply got better things to do.
regardless, i tell you all that to tell you this: i’ve wondered many times how i could MOVE my blog to a new place that i liked better. it seemed important to me to keep this archive of my years and months and days and nights. i held on to that idea but all of a sudden it seems ludicrous. why? because of medium. medium is some new place to write. to be honest i’m not really sure how it works or what the hell it is, but it seems like a place to go for writers. a place to go write and publish like i’ve done here for the past 9 years. NINE YEARS! but medium figured it out. writing is easy. easy because the site is not cluttered. while there seems to be a SUITE of cool things one can do that are actually helpful, like comment on a paragraph of the text, or recommend a story or essay. instead of it being this dead space i visit to write, i get a feed of other people’s writings every day and it tells me how long of a read it is. i’ve found myself giving up facebook for reading other people’s essays. and when i go to write it is everything i ever tried to do here…. plain white paper with clear text. easy to read. easy to add photos. easy to follow other writers like it’s dang twitter or something. i think twitter maybe bought it?
look. i am so excited about it that i am ready to ditch this old thing like it’s a 2006 windows computer. i can leave my archives here and they hopefully won’t die. and i will even hope to come back here from time to time and visit. remember the old wordpress blog days like some low wage job i loved despite of the pay. i can always come back if me and medium break up.
i tell you something else i love about medium. and i’m even wondering if i should tell you. no one reads my writing. i know because they make stats easy. there’s a button for stats and i get to see this:
that makes it so much easier to write. i don’t have to worry about what i said. i don;t have to stress that other people think i’m a dork. i like that for my first story there was 1 view bit zero reads. this means someone opened it up and changed their mind. whew.
i’d love to think that i’m ready for readers. i’d love to think that now that i have a new place to write that i could really pump out some readable shit. you know- write GOOD stuff for a change, start over with a good blog. but i enjoy that it’s beautifully done. the design was obviously considered. it’s an aesthetic i enjoy. can relate to. and it’s more easy to write. easy because the stats show me nobody cares. even if a few of you migrate over, it’ll be so much easier to write in a place as simple as a typewriter.
i signed up for medium. you have to have a facebook or twitter account to join. i hooked up with my twitter account. i get daily emails with a list of staff picked stories i can scroll through. the titles and the length of the articles is easy to navigate. i’ve found a dozen new things to read and find them as interesting as podcasts even. i even downloaded the app, which is saying a lot because i keep just one screen of apps on my iphone and medium made the cut. it’s my favorite new spot. i read more. i read interesting stuff. i write. i find writing has taken on a more elegant role overnight. it’s not confusing. it’s not cumbersome. it’s not a 2006 windows xp on an HP laptop that weighs 7 pounds.
what a great night it was at work. what a great night. we kicked some pizza butt. we cranked them out non-stop with a long stretch of “over an hour wait for a table.” the pizzas were on point. we made all in house pies within 35 minutes. the dough was sublime, well, at least the large were. i could spin them for a while. they were perfectly proofed and cold enough to spin good. the medium pizzas were full of thin spots but well, i don;t know what that means for my new blog site, medium. i was mad at the medium pies all night and here i am talking up medium the blog site like it’s candy. it’s weird i know. but my first few medium posts are sorta thin as well. i haven’t hit my stride at all over there. the prettiness of the writing has me thinking of it in a new way…. and i don;t even understand what that is. but i think it just has me wanting to write more because it’s so much easier to do.
i feel good. i feel more inspired lately than i’ve felt in years. i feel more ready to make things. i feel as excited to make things as i felt when i was 18 or 20. i feel like writing will be easier, podcast may take form, my paintings are getting good, and my stained glass will outlive me. my kids are really great people. my wife is the best thing to ever happen to me. my job is once in a while hard and sad but more often fun and rewarding. i feel like i’ve discovered that heaven for me, is on earth.