I have never been a successful writer. I’ve never won a single award for writing. I’ve never been a best-seller on any list, anywhere. I have fewer than a thousand followers of my blog. I don’t drive dollars, pageviews, or likes. My words have never been found on a shelf in any library. As writers go, I have not been quoted in another book; I’ve not spoken at a conference, or given a talk that was recorded for play on anyone’s YouTube channel.
If a tree falls in the forest, does anyone know I’m a writer?
I once asked someone who knows me well, “What if I just stopped writing?” They answered, “Better chance of you becoming a woman.” Okay, if that’s true, what prompted me to ask that question? Then I remembered I also once asked this person, “Can’t I just be a posthumous success?”
And no, I didn’t like their answer to that question, either.
Pausing as I write this, I remind myself that only 20 to 30 people will ever read these words. But I’m still writing them. I just don’t know why. I’m hoping that one day, before I stop for good, I will.
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