The Truth About Medium, An Interlude - Writing For Pennies - A Poem

Writing for pennies, I wait and dream,

Writing for pennies, is not what it seems.

Writing for pennies, just you and me,

Writing for pennies, stories no one can see.

Writing for pennies, time moves so fast,

Writing for pennies, good times never last.

Writing for pennies, I want my reward,

Writing for pennies, I’m getting so bored.

Writing for pennies, too good to be true,

Writing for pennies, no time to feel blue.

Writing for pennies, for every penny earned,

Writing for pennies, a life lesson learned.

Writing for pennies, where stories unfold,

Writing for pennies, more precious than gold.

Writing for pennies, a tale to be told,

Writing for pennies, I won’t sell my soul.

I originally published this poem on Medium in early September. 

It is about how difficult it is for a writer to be rewarded these days. Writing is a tough old game — there is a lot of competition. It so happens that Medium have reduced payments to writers this year by at least 95% (in my experience). It is also the case that Medium no longer pays any article or story that mentions them by name. You will note that this poem does not mention Medium. Despite this, it was still demonetised, the few pennies it might have earned, denied. 

They seem to be very sensitive about such things.

Writing for pennies.

 

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