You don’t have to publish.
There, I’ve said it, the writerly world’s biggest heresy.
Whenever I blurt out ‘I’m a writer’, the first thing everyone asks is, “Oh! Have you published?” I honestly have no idea why I blurt this out, since I already know what I’m going to be facing, but I apparently I have a need to feel like a failure in the eyes of others.
Society says, writers are people who publish things, which is fine in it’s own way, but the actual fact is that writers are people who write things. That’s it. That this needs to be defended has more to do with how our society commodifies everything we do rather than a failure on the part of people like me.
Making a living at art is hard. The fact that in order for art to be made, it must make a living, is a tragedy.