Getting published and read by a large audience for the first time can be exhilarating. It can also show you what kind of author you don’t want to be.
Let’s say you write nonfiction and it’s about a serious topic that you have researched and can contribute to. And you put a lot of work into in and it gets out there and suddenly thousands of people share it and your inbox and social media explode in a cacophony of condemnation and praise alike.
It’s amazing what people will read into your work even though you thought you were being clear; it just goes to show you that people don’t want to read most things and take them at their own merit, they want to force all opinions into their own acceptable narrative.
I LOVE YOUR OPINION YOU ARE JUST LIKE ME SUBSCRIBE TO MY NEWSLETTER AND JOIN MY CLUB.
Um, see you later Captain Howdy.
YOU ARE TERRIBLE AND YOU MUST HATE ME SO SCREW YOU.
Hi, nice to meet you.
That’s not even the worst part. The worst part is seeing the reactions of writers and bloggers and people you respect highly misinterpret your motives.
I imagine that Thomas Moore loved writing Utopia: it was a way for him to explore what he thought by showing people what certain political structures looked like. He didn’t keep his head in the end but I don’t think it was because of that particular work.
I like writing. I’d like to do it professionally, but I’ve decided to actively pursue fiction. That means freelancing for a while, and maybe never getting anything published, but I’m good at getting rejections.
Here I come, world.