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You Can’t Make Money Writing

Ignore the naysayers & do what you love.

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As early as 15 years old, I had what many called a “voice” when writing. I was a quiet, introverted kid from The Bronx that liked to write in his journal.

It all started with a book called “The Catcher In The Rye.”

My English teacher, let’s call him Mr. T, gave us a book report assignment to do on “The Catcher In The Rye.”

Mr. T was a tall, lanky, goofy looking teacher, but he was cool peoples. He had an amiable disposition, and he was soft-spoken.

He handed back my book report with an A on it. He said something to the effect of, “You have an excellent writer’s voice. “

I was elated.

When I got home, I was excited to show my mom the assignment. My excitement didn’t last long because here came my sister. “You can’t make money writing, though.”

I felt the passion drain from my body.

Fast-forward 3 years later, and a piece I wrote for freshman composition was published at Lehman College.

It was called “Fear Of The Young Black Male,” social commentary with much of the same tone as the pieces written on racial injustices until this day.

I had an English professor, let’s call him Mr. S, he looked like droopy. He always tried to encourage me to become a writer. But I said, “I can’t make any money doing that” — echoing my older sister’s words some 3 years prior.

I watched as the passion vacated his sagging face.

Afterward, I went to Colston Hall to declare my major, Engineering Science, and the rest was history.

I got pretty good grades, Mostly “A’s” and “B’s” in my Calculus and Physics classes. I even did well in Computer Programming, earning solid “B’s.”

Soon enough, I graduated with an engineering degree, but I never pursued the profession.

I ended up pursuing a psychology degree. My father was disappointed. But this is where my love for writing re-ignited.

Don’t get me wrong, I was still writing in my journals but pursuing a minor in English just for poops and giggles solidified my decision to maintain contact with writing just to keep myself together.

I was going through a lot of trauma during this time, you see, and used my writing to vent.

During this time, I found out my “father” wasn’t actually my biological father.

I kept writing. I decided to start blogging on Tumblr. I wanted to put my words out there.

I kept writing. I even started working on a book. But my ex at the time said: “You can’t make any money writing.” I knew this was the case, but I kept writing.

Soon I started a blog on WordPress dot com. I started writing about fitness. Every week I punched the keys. I ended up writing over 20 fitness articles within a few months. My friend said we should monetize them.

But, “You can’t make money writing.”

Soon, I was foolish enough to start a self-hosted blog with WordPress dot org. I’m in the big leagues now. I actually shell out the cash each month to let my words be seen across the world.

Enters this site. I saw Gary Vee talking about it. I decided to join(before the MPP).

I make money writing now.

But the best part about it is I’m still writing. And I get to share my work with other writers. It’s not even about the money. It’s about the work.

So if you’re reading this, as a writer, and you’re 15 years old or younger. Don’t listen to what people have to say about writing. They’re just projecting their insecurities onto you.

If you love to write. Then write. Money shouldn’t be a factor. It should be about the work.

Don’t allow other people’s opinions to sway you because you’ll regret it.

Keep writing.



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Anthony Boyd

Anthony Boyd

A unique perspective of leadership & personal development through the pen of a former union steward. |