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It fell into the pit
Rest in Peace, My Writing Dream
I knew I was delusional, but it felt so good
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The first time I made $100 from my words was pure luck. In April 2022, the ever-wise board of a famous writing platform decided to grant a bonus to the highest-performing writers. I don’t remember what they meant by that, and I think I never knew, but I got on the list for some reason and received an extra Benjamin.
I don’t know if my writing improved with time, but my earnings increased. I even managed to get a few faithful readers (bless you). My dream grew bolder as my bank account grew bigger.
I was becoming a writer.
I got overconfident and started a Substack. It wasn’t for me. I failed big time. I should write about that, but the wound is too fresh. I’m not ready yet.
After Substack, I returned to my first writing platform, regained confidence, and kept growing.
But all good stories must come to an end.
The recent free fall in earnings has been a wake-up call.
If I wanted to be honest (with myself), I would say I already knew it wasn’t for me. I could never compete with a Marsha or a Debdutta, for example. Not from a…
