I have tears. This whole thing has affected me more than I’d like to admit — like you said, just in time for Christmas Robbie is over here soaking up the lights and music and sitting in the living room with a silly toboggan on his head looking festive…

And I feel like the wind has been sucked out of me. The hope I was feeling has been zapped away — and I thought I was stronger than that. I am fighting to stay above it.

I am writing anyway. But I hate writing when I am down. It affects me creatively.

So I am book-promoting (author of “organic”←shameless plug because, you know, we gotta STOOP now) and writing as much as I can while I tend to my wounds a bit.

Please tell me that Medium will see the LOW READS EVERYWHERE and decide this isn’t working! I had a BETTER MARKETING article — was promoted!!! Curated in 3 topics — and has yet to reach 500 views. Good read ratio for those that do actually read. But that sucks. Sucks bad. Readers (aka writers) didn’t like the changes and people stopped reading and started looking elsewhere for money opportunities. Which means they are not HERE reading.

People…COME BACK. It’s lonely here without the readers reading.

Love you my sister :) We’ll weather this together.

𝘐 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭-𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘫𝘢𝘮.