Nearly Quit Writing This Week

I almost quit writing this past week. Art is a very rough road, and there are no clear signs to “success.” Effort and ability are not enough. I’ve got a bookshelf and tablet full of indie writers who have gone through the considerable effort of writing and publishing their works – but the truth is that few people are likely to read what they write. It is as I said: hard work and ability aren’t enough.

The flat truth: the number of writers in any given market are increasing at a much faster pace than the number of readers. The limited amount of time and money the audience has is being more finely distributed over an ever-increasing number of authors. So bad is it that it is considered de rigeur for indie writers to pay promotional sites to give away their books. It is a reader’s market, and for the readers it’s great! They get to read to their heart’s content and not pay a dime, to have a plethora of high-quality work for free, indeed, the expense is borne by the writer, not the consumer.

For authors? It’s hard, perhaps harder than its ever been. Between publisher consolidation and the adoption of “blockbuster” book franchises, a traditional publication is rougher than ever, akin to winning the lottery. And indie publication has allowed more writers than ever to enter the market, but as their numbers grow the odds of “making it” diminish.

Of course, we can fuss with the definition of “success.” It is a triumph to get a total stranger to read your work. I know this. But that is not the typical definition of success. It’s a tortured definition used by artists that has little bearing on how anything else is measured. Success in business is not selling ONE item, but selling enough to justify the time, effort, and expense of the whole enterprise. Success is getting the widespread respect and recognition of one’s peers. And most definitions of success hold the promise for a future of increasing rewards – of a reasonable progression in prestige and money. Artists generally and writers specifically are unlikely to ever get anything resembling “success” as measured in any other, non-artistic field.

I love to write, but there’s a lot of stuff that comes after writing that I do not enjoy. I love research, I love writing. I can tolerate editing and formatting. I enjoy getting art for my books! I despise marketing and promotion. I am disgusted with traditional publication whose competence is low, which continues to attack independent artists. And after publication, a writer is expected to market and promote their work, which I hate, and which is also opposed by the big publishing outfits. Which is normal for writers, I understand, and if there was a reasonable expectation of success – in the normal sense of the term – I could grit my teeth and bull through it. There is not.

For writers that aren’t connected, chance plays the largest role in determining who is successful because there are so many writers who are so good! While all the kittens are cute, the big five publishers have no use for the whole litter, and select one of the cute ones, usually one close at hand – and leave 999 siblings behind. The fault lies not in the litter, but the needs of the publishing industry.

This week, these simple truths almost broke me. Writing is the only thing I’m good at – and I’m very good at it. But success as a writer has eluded me.

The only thing that keeps me at it is the support of my wonderful spouse and friends. I managed to retrench myself for the coming battles, but it is hard. It is hard to have great ideas and know that they will likely get you nowhere, to know that there is an audience out there for your work, but be able to communicate with them!

4 thoughts on “Nearly Quit Writing This Week”

  1. I, for one, am glad that you didn’t give up writing.

    I enjoyed Mere Anarchy, and am looking forward to the future books in the series.

    Also, I think that you prevailing, in some way, helps me to remain more confident/on track with my own stuff.

    1. I don’t know what I’m doing is *prevailing*. More like. . . enduring. At each stage of this, it’s an endurance trial, but without a finish line. If the winner was the person who outlasted everyone else, I’d be okay with that – but it really seems to be the people who know people in the biz or a lucky few. While, of course, the traditional publishing industry dismisses and attacks your work. It’s. . . hard for me, and tears at my self-respect.

      But I’m going to keep at it, definitely. Because quitting also tears at my self-respect and, honestly, it’s what I’m best at.

      1. Hi Kit,
        I just ran across this blog today and You are brilliant. Your Atlas falls cycle is somehow funny and horrifying at the same time and your political instincts are right on the money IMO ( Though I dont put the young turks in the same category as Olberman ) I would like to be a writer but honestly I’m not terribly good at it. Guys like you show me what is possible so I’ll keep studying in the hopes that I’ll not only have something original to say but the skills to say it well Thanks
        jim Ross

        1. Thanks for coming by, Jimmy! I hope you like all the Atlas Fall commentary on Rand.

          But writing is a skill. It’s something a person can work at, so you should keep at it if it’s something you want to do! Effort beats ability if ability doesn’t try hard. 😉

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