Posts Tagged ‘battery life’

Or, Why My iPhone Battery Loses its Charge so Quickly

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Once again my iPhone’s charge is down to 30%, and it’s only 5 p.m. It’s all Medium’s fault, really; once again, I’ve spent too much time reading and writing here, and once again I’m probably going to have to put the phone on the charger just to get me through to bedtime.

I blame the problem on Medium: there are far too many interesting stories I have to read, and it’s far too easy to write my own stories on my iPhone.

So you see, it’s not my fault at all. (Echos of Han Solo: “Hey, it’s not my fault!”)

All kidding aside, when it’s 16° outside and snowing, and I’ve caught up to all my shows on Netflix, there’s not much else I enjoy more than drinking tea, reading, and writing. Especially on a lazy Saturday.

Except for the fact that I’m retired, and so all of my days are lazy Saturdays.

Look, a girl can read only so many vampire novels before she needs a break.

And my favorite break consists of another cuppa and reading stories on Medium.

Which inevitably leads me to writing one or three of my own. Which is a Good Thing™, because it keeps me off the streets and out of the bars.

Medium has done a lot for me in the year and a half I’ve been writing here: it’s introduced me to other writers who I follow almost religiously (I say “almost” because agnostics don’t do anything religiously), a few who follow me, and as a result my own scribblings have improved.

My hometown of Rochester, NY, isn’t famous for its bus system, and I have no car. So I can’t get to any writer’s workshops or support groups.

Instead, Medium serves that purpose for me.

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Indeed, Medium has also become my social medium of choice for communicating with the outside world. James Finn, Michelle Monet, Ezinne Ukoha and several others too numerous to mention always brighten my days with their stories…all without the constant bickering and name-calling that finally drove me away from Facebook.

So it’s time to fess up and come clean: my name is Robyn, and I’m a Mediumaholic.