Everyone is like a book with a story to tell. Through our existence, we also write together the story of this world full of stories. And here is mine:
My name is Jose. I’m a Spaniard with a strong curiosity for everything. I have been this way since I can remember — since when I jumped off my cradle to see what would happen.
I write about several things, like health and fitness, psychology, self-development (do not mistake it with self-help), psychology, and sometimes politics.
Don’t expect me to fit your expectations on anything. I write what I want, and…
I have been writing on Medium for some months now, enough to know that because I have mentioned them, they will not choose this story for further distribution — curation, for the newbies.
And I have been writing enough time to have learned from my mistakes in previous stories through experience, and through the advice of some people who have helped me.
When I arrived here, I read a lot of stories about how to be curated, and how to increase the number of reads. Most of their advice promised to provide lots of reads, and so, lots of money.
Audrey took me to another room. It was so huge that the roof reached the ceiling, and it was full of strange-looking machines and tables. “Medical Bay” was written on a sign on the stone wall, and thousands of lights lighted and faded every second.
“This is the medical bay, the most advanced medical facility in this world,” Audrey said while I looked, amazed, at devices that I could not even begin to recognize.
“You are right, I should be 91 years old, but I’m 30 instead.” She told me.
“But, how?” I asked. “It is impossible, people do age…
I have been fiddling with Transcribe! earlier this morning, and I have found that when I set the pitch low enough, the Spice Girls turn into Black Sabbath, but darker. I recommend the use of headphones for this marvel of the universe.
I should had shared this before, but the devil has appeared and has challenged me to a duel. But when I was about to plug my Jackson to the amp, he has told me he did not want to play against me in a guitar duel, and has suggested an UNO match for my soul.
I’m trying to write something, but my mind is empty. I have tried everything, but I’m just writing low-quality content and nonsense. And my muse is somewhere singing Daft Punk’s Greatest Hits at the top of her lungs.
And I think she has just peed in a corner.
Meanwhile, I am watching Jack Ryan while I wait for either a good idea, or for her to get sober. Well, so much for my hopes. She just tried to imitate Miley Cyrus with the shower curtain and fell. That looks painful.
Meanwhile, Jack Ryan’s boss has shot to death a Russian…
El otro día estaba tomando unas copas con mi amigo Keanu Reeves, había pasado algún tiempo desde la última vez que nos habíamos visto y teníamos que ponernos al día.
En algún momento, le conté cómo había empezado a escribir en Medium, y lo difícil que era captar la atención de la gente, y también, lo difícil que era, algunos días, crear contenido original para mis historias.
Entonces, Keanu me dio la respuesta obvia.
— Escribe sobre mí — dijo —. …