Pen, Platform, People

It’s been 100 days since I started writing every day. Writing had always mattered to me, but I decided it was time to take a new turn in my journey. What surprised me the most wasn’t what I learned about writing—but everything around it.

I thought regularity would improve my productivity, and it did. But I didn’t expect to learn what it meant to write online.

There’s a wide gap between writing and being read. Bridging that gap means understanding where to publish, how algorithms work, what curators look for, how publications function, and how monetization plays in. I expected to write and earn a little. Instead, I’ve discovered that writing is only a small piece of the process.

I now spend more time reading, researching, editing, and engaging with the community than actually writing. And strangely enough—I like that. I enjoy reading full books to write a single paragraph. I like adapting to different publication tones, chatting with curators, and connecting with thoughtful readers and writers.

What I still don’t know is whether I enjoy these parts because they’re inherently fulfilling, or because they’re part of the process that gets my voice heard.

What I do know is this: writing is social. Even when you write for yourself, there’s often an imagined reader. And maybe what this streak revealed is that I’m more social than I thought. That I crave community. That writing, for now, is my best way to reach it.

Yes, I’m happy with the growing numbers and stats—but what makes me happiest is seeing familiar names pop into my notifications. That quiet “hey, I’m still reading.”

Writing’s good. It really is.
But I think I’m only happy if you’re here.