On Being a Failed Writer


This article touched my heart deeply of being a failed writer. Success doesn’t come that easy. We got to earn it.

– Anoop @People and Hearts

Writers Without Money

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At the age of 50, I am a failed writer. Except for a few articles on CounterPunch, everything I’ve published has been self-published. I’ve worked tens of thousands of hours, written hundreds of thousands of words, and have never made a dime. Had I spent the same amount of time at a minimum wage retail job, I’d be rich, or at least a shift-supervisor at Starbucks. I haven’t been able to find an audience. You probably won’t even read this.

So why don’t I quit?

I tried. From the age of 25 to the age of 50, I had one goal In life, to cure myself of the urge to write. But I failed. Let me explain.

The urge to write should never be confused with the ability to make a living by writing, or even the ability to express yourself by putting words down on paper. T. S…

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4 thoughts on “On Being a Failed Writer

  1. Great read! Looks like I’m in good company!! For me writing is just the way I am wired, like breathing, it’s more than what I do, it’s who I am. Worse than any addiction, I cannot NOT write, believe me I’ve tried. So success defined by me is feeling satisfied and fulfilled at the end of the day. It is touching hearts, changing minds and bringing joy, comfort and peace to even just on hurting soul. If there is fame, fortune, big splash to be made, so be it. If not, so be it!

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