Escritor de viagens. Escritor de romances e contos. Fotógrafo. Editor. Diagramador. Vendedor dos próprios livros. Expatriado.
I’m sad as I’ve never been before. Actually, I don’t think sad is the right word. I’m disappointed. I’m disillusioned.
When you first decide you gonna become a writer, you have no idea what lay ahead. After you face the initial setbacks and receive some rejections letters, you can have two reactions: just quit and move on with your life, or stick to your dreams and educate yourself about the publishing industry.
Then, you understand that time will tell. There might exist some overnight success stories, a sort of modern fairy-tales, but most of us will have to work hard for years to achieve some kind of success, if it ever comes to happen. Because hard work is no guarantee of anything at all, just a necessary and inevitable step.
The second thing you learn is to keep your day-job, because writing rarely pays the bills. Even today, many famous writers around the world can’t earn a living solely with the royalties of their books. They have to teach, to write for newspapers and magazines, and so on.
And the third and the harshest truth is that there’s no secret or formula to be a successful writer. Some people just hit the jackpot, while your books may keep sinking into oblivion. There’re no rules, no simple explanations.
That’s the time when you begin to point fingers. First to yourself. “I’m a crap writer. I have no talent at all”.
Then to readers. “They don’t know shit. They’re a bunch of ignorants”.
And to editors. “They’re totally blind not to perceive a good piece of literature in front of them”.
It’s easy, and somewhat pleasant, to blame the world for your failure.
But soon you have to dig deeper, in a pursuit of an explanation.
“Perhaps I was born in the wrong country.”
“Perhaps I’m writing in the wrong language.”
“Perhaps I was born in the wrong time.”
I specially like this last one, a very nietzschean sentence, of an uncomprehended artist that is writing for future generations.
Time is wise and it’ll preserve the valuable works of Art. That’s what we’d like to believe.
What if we’re wrong?