I may be the last person to notice a feature that Medium offers us, but I don’t believe it. I think many of you don’t realize that you are giving away views and reads when you post articles directly to your publication.
If you run your own publication on Medium, you’re almost certainly familiar with this feature. For some time now, it has been possible to send a newsletter directly to the email inbox of the publication’s followers.
This feature makes it much easier for us authors to build up an extensive email list for our stories quickly. Readers no…
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Guys, I’m nervous. After over thirty book releases, I’m venturing into an experiment on July 31.
Up until now, a book launch for me has always followed the following pattern:
1. Two-week pre-order phase with a price of 99 cents. In the second week of the pre-order phase, I placed the first Amazon ads.
2. on the day of the release, I informed my email list. My readers are used to the price still being 99 cents at that point.
3. massive advertising via Facebook Ads and Amazon Ads. In addition, I placed ads on various promotional sites.
Some time ago, I wrote an article in which I got upset that many fellow authors seem to clap for articles they haven’t read. I based this thesis on the fact that we often see in the statistics for our articles that an article has more fans than reads.
Fans are Medium readers who applaud an article. Only paying subscribers can applaud. So if we see that an article has three fans, there should also be three reads because reads are also counted only from paying members.
You can read the whole article here:
I still believe that ghost fans…
Basically, it is uninteresting for you how long I have been married. That is clear to me, of course.
But in the last twenty-four years, I have learned a few things that might be of interest to some of you. It’s about how to share a life without giving up your personality and at the same time not taking it too seriously.
When my wife and I met, I was a hippie punk with long hair and a quirky dress style. I was freedom-loving, a justice fanatic, and would have loved to party twenty-four hours a day.
Today I wear…
Some say it takes 10,000 hours to master one thing. Others tell you it takes at least five years before you can make a living from writing.
Both statements sound terribly discouraging to beginners, but in my own experience, they’re both true.
The truth is also that a beginner imagines something completely wrong under both statements. Do you really need to write 10,000 hours to get good enough to make a living from writing? Is the five years some kind of natural law from which there is no exception? In both cases, of course, the answer is no.
Just a few years ago, burnout and depression were not something you could talk about in public. Sufferers kept silent for fear of being considered too soft or disturbed.
Today, we encounter the topic of burnout everywhere in the media. We have understood that this condition has nothing to do with weakness or laziness. Most of us can accept when a colleague drops out because of burnout. Employers will often try to make lasting improvements to working conditions when the first cases of this insidious disease appear in the workplace.
Society is now much better attuned to dealing with the…
For about the first forty years of my life, I was in good physical shape. Although, honestly, I have to say that towards the end of those first forty years, I was only slim, but not really fit anymore. Nevertheless, I could still look at myself in the mirror back then without getting in a bad mood.
Today, unfortunately, things look different. My belly bulges like a ball under my shirt, and my face looks fat. When I look at myself in current photos, I look like a buoy. …
My parents raised me to be polite to strangers. You don’t harass or insult anyone, and you let everyone live their lives.
Basically, I treat others the way I want to be treated. And I am very sure that I would hate if women or men on the street would shout to me that I have a hot ass and if I could briefly expose my chest.
I sometimes see when a woman is jogging along a street that a passing car with young men in it slows down, and someone shouts just such things at her through the window.