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How does it work?
Hey Ralph - I hear you. Vocal is a challenge in persistence and equanimity. One has to approach it with a Zen-like posture or we'll start to break things through frustration. I queried Vocal about subscriptions thinking that these people are being informed when I posted something new. Not the case. There is no distribution - it's all self-promotion. So, you're right, top stories are picked by humans and there is a bias. Anyway, best to do what you do, enjoy the stories and poems and see what happens. Cheers my friend.
Nicely written, covering what a lot of us feel. We, too, get very few reads, but mostly due to exposure being limited. I'm sure Vocal Folkals all have reasons for what is done with regard to Top Stories, fostering diverse topics and timely issues, etc... but I do think they are trying to even the playing field.💙Anneliese
This is really interesting to read - I had never heard of medium before stumbling across vocal, and still haven't checked it out, but I fluctuate between enjoying vocal and accepting its flaws and finding its opacity and game play frustrating and feeling put off. I suspect you give voice here to the feelings of many.
Hi Ralph/Liam. I tried to rise your voice and hope that you'll be heard by many people.
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