The World Is Mostly Full of Good People – and the Medium Comments Section Proves It

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This was originally posted on Medium!

Us humans we are so good at focusing on the negative and downplaying the positive. We do it all the time and I’m not sure why. During a week, for example, most things will go smoothly, perhaps even positively, but it’s that one ‘bad day’ we focus on. That one bad day will make it a bad week.

It’s the same when dealing with other humans. If I look back through my life I can rationally see that most of the humans I have dealt with have been overwhelmingly kind, well-meaning and good for me. So, why is it those few bad ones stick in our heads?

We shy away from compliments, sometimes don’t even notice them, yet one word of criticism and our day is in tatters. That one piece of negativity will become the focus for the entire week. I can still clearly remember horrible things other children said to me as a child — they haunt me, yet there are only a handful — do I remember all the kind things other children said? No, not so much.

As a writer we are especially sensitive to this. We can get reams of positive reviews but it will be that one negative one that flattens our soul. The words will come back to us at night, needling and hurting.

When I look around me, I can plainly see that most people are good. Most people do their best. The majority of people on this planet are not evil, not even close. But we focus on the bad ones, don’t we? We hear a bad news story, we read about unspeakable cruelty and wonder what on earth has happened to the human race. We damn them all because of the actions and inhumanity of a few.

It’s hard to remember that most people are good, but they are. It’s hard to believe that most people are on your side, rooting for you and cheering you on, but they are.

I joined Medium in April and instantly found it to be an overwhelmingly positive place. When you compare it to the trolls and keyboard warriors causing misery on other platforms, it really does feel refreshing. I was nervous when I published my first pieces and even more so when I got into the partner programme. I wondered what sort of comments I might get.

What I noticed right away is that most people are not commenting to critique your work or offer feedback and, for me personally, that’s a good thing. I’m not there for writing advice, not that there is anything wrong with that, but I feel I have done my time and paid my dues. I don’t mind critical feedback, as long as its apparent the person commenting has actually read and understood the article.

Generally though, what I found was very positive. People reading the piece because the title or subject drew them in, then enjoying it and letting me know. Perfect. Wonderful. It spurred me on.

Obviously, at some point I was going to get a nasty comment and recently it happened. I wouldn’t have minded if the comment had made sense or had been articulated kindly… However, the piece was a sensitive one, a piece I wrote about women’s obsession with weight and my recovery from eating disorders.

The piece got boosted and the comments poured in. I was nervous. I am sensitive about this topic and I was wary of opposing viewpoints. All the comments, bar two, were supportive, kind, understanding and mentioned that they had experienced the same issues. I breathed out in relief.

It was an article about women, for women, posted in a women’s publication — it might be wise to point that out before I get to the negative comments.

The first one wasn’t too bad. The person meant well, I think, and had, (I think,) read the article. Their advice was to join a gym. It wasn’t a great comment to read from a man on an article about weight sensitivity and eating disorders and I responded by telling him so. The article, for example, was not one about how to get fit. I was not asking for advice. I was writing about my experiences. Sometimes people struggle to tell the difference. It did annoy me. I probably should have ignored it. I just felt like he had missed the point.

The second comment was worse and yes, it ruined my day. I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days actually. It upset me and angered me for many reasons.

I won’t go into it too much but it was something along the lines of, ‘just admit you are lazy and have no discipline’. He had also commented on another man’s supportive comment, by laughing at his support.

I felt uneasy. I felt misunderstood. I was very pissed off too. Considering the article was about women and aimed at women, considering the article mentioned my past struggles with eating, I felt this comment was nasty and uncalled for. He had obviously not read the article. He had seen the title and responded with cruelty that probably felt funny to him.

A few days later I commented back. I told him the article wasn’t aimed at him and that he did not know me and had no right to assume I was lazy. There were a lot of other things I wanted to say to him but I held back. I prepared to block him but all he responded with was a clap.

Weird.

Anyway, this brings me to my point. That small comment from someone who had blatantly not read the article spun in my mind for days. It made me tearful, it made me angry. It made me think for a few seconds about quitting Medium. It made me second guess the articles I had lined up.

How ridiculous is that?

Now, I know writers are sensitive — we need to be, we should be. And I also know that once you start publishing you need to grow a thick skin. I am fine with that. I have been publishing since 2013 and I do not expect every reader to love or understand my writing. You cannot expect to escape criticism and you cannot expect everyone to agree with you.

What bothered me about this was it felt needless and it felt personal and it felt extremely insensitive given the topic of the article.

I gave myself a week off Medium. I needed a breather and it did me the world of good. I got the idea for this article while walking my dogs and seething about that one negative comment. So, I suppose I should thank the person for that!

Everything is writable, after all. Every experience, good or bad, provides us with a story.

But I had to give myself a shake. I had to remind myself of the boosts I have received, of the payments I’ve had and more than that, I had to remind myself of the predominantly positive and supportive messages and comments I’ve had there.

Medium is a wonderful place. I know that to be true. The world is full of good people and you only have to look at the comment section on Medium to see the proof. Where there is one unkind, unhelpful comment, it sits drowned and lonely among the mass of supportive, understanding ones who are glad you shared your story.

Road To Nowhere: a poem

This poem was previously published on The Poetry Pub, on Medium. This poem was written using the cut-up technique during a road-trip. Cut-up or fold-up poetry is a form of found poetry that involves making four boxes and giving them titles, such as: things I can hear; things I am afraid of; things I can see etc. You then pick a potential first line and build the poem from the contents of the boxes, changing and reorganising as you go.

Image by tookapic from Pixabay

rain dots the windscreen
and I can’t take my eyes off
your careless handling of the wheel
steering us to disaster
or something brighter
we’re rolling along, racing faster
on a road to nowhere
it’s all pointless, all alone
death is coming for us all
the signs are faded
we can’t see where we’re going
it’s turning us into monsters
something new
but you can still free my mind
i can’t stop thinking about
how I’ll die
and what will be
the last song I hear
and as low black clouds
crawl in like greasy sweat
we await rescue

The Best Life Advice I Ever Had Came From A Character I Created: Prove Them Wrong, A Mantra For Misfits

This article was previously published on Medium!

It’s probably a bit weird to take life tips from a character you created yourself, but hey, I’m a writer, and we all know how weird they are. Besides, my characters are real to me. I talk to them every day, play their scenes like movies in my head at night, and yes, I take life advice from them. Why? Because they’re the best friends I never had and they’re right.  

Let’s jump back to the beginning.

Back to me, aged twelve: painfully shy, chubby; always the odd one out, at home, at school, or even just walking down the street. I was already addicted to writing and much preferred it to real life. Every day I’d run home from school, dash up to my bedroom, put on my favourite music and start writing.

At aged twelve, I had this one story I was totally obsessed with.

You know what it’s like when you’re a kid of that age and you really fall in love with a band? Or a song? Or an actor on TV? You obsess over them, paste their posters to your bedroom wall, watch everything they’re in or buy every album they release? They’re all you can think about?

Well, that was me and this story.

And I was kind of ashamed of it. My family and friends knew I loved writing and some of them vaguely knew what sort of stuff I was working on, but the gist of it, the details and, more importantly, the characters, were all mine. I felt very protective of them, like they were my guilty secret. The extent of my obsession was embarrassing to me.

I wrote the story aged twelve and it was the longest story I’d written so far. It was hand-written at the first, scribbled onto lined notepaper and held in a ring-binder folder. I showed it to my English teacher at school and got a merit certificate in assembly. I was very, very proud of it. When I saved up and bought my electric typewriter, I painstakingly rewrote it again and printed it out.

Oh boy, did I feel like a real author then!

I rewrote that book again and again. I just couldn’t leave it alone. I’d start other stories, sometimes very similar ones, but I’d always go back to that one. Every night I’d watch my characters in my head, listen to them talk and come up with more scenes. I did a big rewrite aged sixteen and another aged nineteen and finally, when I was in my thirties, I realised time was running out and I needed to get it done.

I rewrote it again, published it and before I knew it, it had grown into a five-book series which now has a spin-off book on the way. The series is also part of a bigger universe of inter-connected books.

So, you can probably see by now how obsessed I was with these characters and this story.

I guess, as a lonely, awkward, introverted weirdo of a kid, I found a way to belong. I built my own world and filled it with friends.

Anyway, on to the life advice.

There is a scene in the first book where my main character, Danny, is feeling defeated and negative. It’s partly because of his home-life and it’s partly because he and his friends have been stereotyped as bad kids and troublemakers in their town. Because of this, when he and best friend Michael try to secure lawn-mowing work to make their home-lives easier, they are refused by everyone they ask.

Both boys have a rough time at home. Both struggle at school. Both are obsessed with the music of the time. (Early nineties.) They are the best of friends and throughout the series they go through some incredibly difficult, scary and dark times together.

Through it all, Michael is always the positive one. The optimist. Danny suffers from darker thoughts and is drawn to self-destruction.

When complaining about his life, his family, and the posh people in town who won’t let them cut their lawns, Danny is at a very low ebb. He is feeling miserable and thwarted by everything.

Michael teases him, laughs at him and tells him to stop complaining.

‘Prove them wrong,’ he says.

Three simple words but they have stuck with me ever since. Three simple words that I wish someone had said to me when I was a confused and troubled teenager. Three simple words I put into the mouth of a fictional character created in my own mind. Three words I live by every day.

Prove them wrong.

In many ways, those three words form the main theme of the books. I didn’t know that at the time, aged twelve. They were just the type of words that Michael would say to cheer Danny up. But throughout the books, Michael stays true to his advice and refuses to give up on Danny until he believes it too. If they think you’re a troublemaker, he says to Danny, prove them wrong. If your mother thinks you are stupid, prove her wrong. If this town thinks you will never amount to anything, prove the whole damn place wrong. 

Prove them wrong. I think about those words all the time. Its not about revenge or holding grudges, it’s about holding your head up high and sticking to your values, your beliefs and your dreams.

When I was a kid, people tried to talk me out of being a writer. People laughed at me, ridiculed me and didn’t believe in me. I was an extremely sensitive child and by the time I entered my twenties, I had given up on writing. My dreams had been eroded by real life and the pressure to be sensible and get a real job.

I didn’t allow myself to think much about writing, but every time I did, I felt so sad and hollow inside, like a chunk of what made me who I was had been clawed out.

It took a while, but Michael’s words, his advice, eventually won me over. He was right all along, after all. When people think badly of you, look down on you, judge you or laugh at you, the very best thing you can do is prove them wrong.

Do it anyway.

Do it for you, so that you can smile when you think of the thing that you love, the thing that defines you, the thing you would always rather be doing, the thing that makes you, you.

Do it anyway and prove them wrong.

Throughout my life that has been the perfect mantra for a misfit like me.

Thanks for reading! If you are interested in Michael’s advice and the story behind it, here is a link to the first book in the series. Please note that I am currently revamping this series and adding fresh front matter to the books with a suggested reading order for the connected books in this universe. That should not impact your enjoyment should you read them now though!

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10 Types Of Writers: A Tongue-In-Cheek Analysis of Different Types of Writers

This is an article previously published in The Honest Perspective publication on Medium.

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I’ve been writing and publishing for over ten years now, and during that time I’ve also worked with adult writers when I’ve run writing groups, workshops and projects. Added to that I’ve always found the indie writing community a particularly friendly and supportive community — so I feel like I’ve come across many different types of writers and I often pause to consider what type of writer I am. Like everything, although we all write, not all writers are the same. Far from it. Here is a little tongue-in-cheek run down of the ten different types of writer I’ve noticed over the years. Which one do you think is like you? Or can you think of any other types to add to the list?

  1. The Would-Be-If-I-Had-Time-Writer: I came across this one a lot when I first started getting my work out there. It usually comes from people who’ve never mentioned wanting to write before, but when you tell them that you do, they sigh longingly, roll their eyes in barely disguised envy and lament the fact that as much as they would love to write a book, they just don’t have the time. They are simply far too busy. Their life is without a doubt, a million times busier than yours. They can assert without any doubt that they will simply never ever have the time to write a book and they’ll look at you rather accusingly and say things like, ‘You’re so lucky you have the time for that! Wow, I wish I had the time to sit around writing all day.’
  2. The-Wanna-Be-Who-Won’t-Ever-Do-It-Writer:This one is similar to the one above but they don’t moan about not having enough time, not as much anyway, and they don’t passively-aggressively suggest you have way more time on your hands than them either… This writer wants to write; this writer has great ideas and natural talent. I came across this writer all the time when I ran my evening writing group. They were great at quick writing prompts in session but week after week, they’d come back saying they hadn’t written anything else. They wanted to, but something kept getting in the way. I assume a mix of things: lack of time, lack of support, lack of confidence for starters. Some of them get past this eventually and don’t look back but far too many never do and they never do get around to writing that thing in their head.
  3. The-Write-But-Never-Finish-Because-The First-Draft-Has-To-Be-Perfect-Writer: I know a few writers like this. They’ve got ideas, they can write, they can plot, they can commit to the process of putting pen to paper but they are too much of a perfectionist to ever get it finished. They’ll write a chapter and go back over it, again and again and years later they are still working on the same piece. Often these writers are committed planners too. They’ve more than likely either got a spreadsheet or a notice board covering in linked up post-it notes. They’ll have intricate character bios and tons of research on the go. No stone will be left unturned for this meticulous scribe. But they can’t let go of perfection and ultimately that gets in their way.
  4. The-Finish-But-Never-Publish-Because-They’re-Too-Scared-Of-Rejection-Writer: Ouch. This used to be me. I’ve written stories since I was a child and I wrote my first full length book at aged 12. I wrote obsessively all through my teens and my twenties but it wasn’t until I reached my mid-thirties that I felt brave enough to share my work. I feel for these writers, the sensitive types. They’ve probably been belittled or ridiculed by someone at some point. They compare themselves to others far too much. They’re scared to try in case they fail and have to deal with the humiliation of not ‘making it’, whatever that might mean.
  5. The-One-Idea-Only-Writer: There are two types of this kind of writer. The writer who has one amazing book idea once in their life and goes all out to write it, perfect it and publish it and then never does it again. They don’t really want to be a writer. They just had that one good idea they couldn’t let go. They probably rolled it around in their heads for years before they took the plunge and got it done. They’re happy with that, more than happy, but they never want to do it again. The other type is similar but they do want to do it again. That one idea leads them to another idea, and before they know it, they are off again. It’s still just the one idea at a time though, which is something I envy, to be honest.
  6. The-Takes-Years-And-Years-To-Write-Each-Book-Writer: This writer is similar to the perfectionist writer mentioned above. They are very meticulous, and very into the planning process. They may very well spend years researching their book before they ever start writing it. They probably go on road trips to all their locations and spend hours searching books and the internet for accurate research. There is nothing wrong with this at all — the finished product is usually worth the wait. These writers are problematic for impatient readers though as they often have to wait a very long time for the next book to land.
  7. The-Has-Millions-Of-Ideas-But-Never-Finish-Any-Writer: I think we’ve all been this writer at some point, right? Especially when we were younger? It’s the most common thing I notice in working with young writers and it seems the younger they are, the less likely they are to finish a story before a new idea hijacks them. There’s nothing wrong with this. I think its just a phase writers go through to figure out their own style and voice and eventually they find the story they’ll stick with, the one they’ll get addicted to.
  8. The-Writes-Only-Occasionally-Writer: In some ways you could narrow this list down to just two types of writer: the one who writes constantly, (see below) and the one who just writes every now and then when they feel like it. They still get the job done but they’ll have months off between projects and not write a single, solitary thing. I presume these writers find the act of writing a bit like self-imposed homework. They know they’ve got to put the work in to get a book written, but they’d like a break from it every now and then.
  9. The-Writes-Obsessively-And-Constantly-Writer: This writer has really got it bad; like a full on addiction. They don’t need to be advised to write every day because they’d write all day and night if they could. There is nothing this writer would rather do than write. They think about it all the time. They’re probably a mal-adaptive daydreamer. They’re in their own little world and always have been but don’t try to find them, they won’t like that. This writer suffers if they are kept away from their writing. They’re sad without it; they don’t feel like them. They have to write. Writing is everything. They look forward to their writing time and guard it ferociously. They have far too many ideas for books and not enough life to write them all, so they write, write, write. Publishing and marketing are on the agenda for this obsessive creature but they come second to the actually writing. They would still write even if no one else ever read it.
  10. The-Snobbish-Only-Traditional-Publishing-Counts-Writer: Often, these types started as the ‘suddenly had a good book idea’ type. They never considered writing before but they’ve got such a good idea, they’ve just got to try. They do everything right, this writer. They join a writing group, maybe even do a few courses. They follow all the advice and tips out there. They get it done. They put the work in. And for them, only a traditional publishing deal will do. Yes, yes, they’ve heard all about self-publishing but don’t mention it again, please. It’s not for them. They’re doing things properly, thanks very much. Self-publishing is for rejects only, right? They shudder at the thought.

Personally, I’m number 9 these days but I have been a few of the others in the past and I think most writers probably shift from one type to another in time.

What about you? Are you any of these types? Do you think there are more types to add to this list?

Please remember, it’s just a bit of fun and is not intended to cause any offence.