I’m Just Here for the Margaritas

Serious writing makes a dull girl

Carol Burt


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Three-hundred and eighty-six. That’s a lot.

And the that is the number of stories I’ve written and published on Medium since 2019.

But I go in fits and starts and the writers’ discipline I’ve heard so much about seems to have skipped me.

I go a bit wild when I think of a good story. Oh, okay, any story.

I stop whatever thing I am doing and take off to my computer. Then I spill word after word onto my screen until I feel a stopping point.

Then I try to edit the mess. But I’m not very good at it and a lot of stupid stuff makes it to the published version. Oh, well, shoot me. It’s not as if I’m really being paid for the work anyway. And I don’t care about that.

I decided long ago that I’m not going to be Medium-famous or make thousands of dollars or anything like that and whatever I do here on this platform will be just for satisfaction — my own.

I write for the fun of it. Isn’t that the best we can do? At least it is for me because I’m undisciplined, write only when I feel like it, and write whatever I want with little consideration for what my readers want. Sometimes I go on break from writing for a week or more and say not one word into the Medium machine.



Carol Burt

Former print journalist, former mayor, retired law enforcement officer. Writing about politics and government along with random personal essays.