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Should I Keep My Medium Subscription?
Will I ever write again?
This is something I’ve asked myself, just now. These days, I don’t have a lot of thoughts, and if my mind is blank, how will it produce prose? Will prose just show up like a late-to-the-party guest who is drunk and high, shirt half untucked and with a fresh bruise on the cheek?
Or maybe it’s because I can’t write for any length of time because of this beast of a chronic illness that has ravaged my body and mind to the degree that I want to go to sleep for the next hundred years.
But since I’m not writing, and reading, what’s the point of keeping my Medium subscription?
Do I really want to spend the annual $55 on Medium when I can put that cash to use at my local Dunkin’ by treating my family to iced coffees (in winter, a New England thing), breakfast sandwiches, hash browns, and chocolate crullers (do they still sell those?)?
Perhaps I’ll just copy and post my mom’s writing from now on — she recently joined Medium and posted her first story last week — and see if all three of you, my readers, notice. Although, her first story is about a honeydew melon and my father, whom she refers to as her husband, for obvious reasons.
Did he suddenly get a husband? you might say. I thought he had a wife named Kathleen. Strange.
