I Smell Sheep Interviews Todd Sullivan

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Fantasy Author Todd Sullivan: So is being a writer fulfilling?

So is it fulfilling?
This is the question all writers have to ask themselves as they struggle to get their voices heard. When you’re a child, you dream of being an author before understanding what it is to be an adult. For my generation, born in the late 70s, growing up in the 80s, a teenager in the 90s, being a writer was a more realistic dream. This was before the internet when cable television was an expensive summer luxury and satellite T.V. was an exciting new technology beyond the affordability of most families. We didn’t have access to the World Wide Web, 100s of television channels, and 24-hour news cycles.

When I was young, being an author meant you were someone who wrote books. Period. What did I know of the lifestyles of Roald Dahl or Madeleine L’Engle? Were they rich or upper-middle-class? Did they live in mansions, dine at 5-star restaurants, wear designer clothes, travel to exciting and exotic locales around the world?

I can’t remember seeing a single interview of my favorite authors in the 80s and 90s. Sure, maybe they’d occasionally show up on Sesame Street, NPR, or answer questions in a national newspaper or magazine. But in my childhood, we knew the books, not the authors. When we dreamed of success, we dreamed of just that: words written and enjoyed by readers.

In those days, it was easier to be fulfilled as a writer. If you got something published, you assumed people were going to read it. Analytics and algorithms were reserved for math and science class. An acceptance letter was a time of celebration, especially if the publication featuring your work was located in the public library or bookstore. You’d get your check, a contributor’s copy, and voila! you had fulfilled your childhood dream. Who thought about fame when authors, like most people in those times, existed in obscurity? You didn’t expect the world to know, or want to know, about the minutiae of your daily life. Maybe one day you’d have a biography written about you, which would never sell as much or be as beloved as the words you wrote.

The internet and plentitude of information pathways have changed all of that. A window has been opened onto the lives of a very small percentage of internationally known authors, and writers can’t help but compare themselves and be compared by others, to that 1% of the very wealthy and famous of world’s society.

Think about that for a second. How many people do you meet as a writer who genuinely expects you to reach some socioeconomic heights that they themselves, or anyone they know, ever come close to, and honestly have no realistic expectation, of achieving?

As a result of these unreasonable expectations, writers today desire millions of followers on Twitter, invitations to opine on news shows and popular podcasts, have their writing published in the most prestigious markets with huge subscription bases that pay equally impressive checks, get offers to turn their books into Hollywood movies or dramas on Netflix. Writers today are in serious competition with the top 1% of their field, a race that’s only a phenomenon in the art world. Every day on social media, you witness the angst and frustration of these competitors because not only do they not reach those atmospheric stratums, but many realize they never will no matter how much they wish to.

So is being a writer fulfilling?
I think part of the problem with answering the question is not knowing what it feels like. Would it be happiness, which is often fleeting anyway? Contentment would be nice, though for the lifelong pursuit put into the endeavour of being a writer, feeling nice doesn’t seem nearly a sufficient enough emotional reward.

Perhaps self-fulfillment is one of those states of awareness that sneaks up on you over time. You come to know its presence when weeks have become months, and you look back upon a period of years and realize that you’ve felt engaged in the reality you’ve been living. Engaged in your daily activities, engaged with the people you’ve been interacting with, and the work you’ve been doing 40+ hours a week.

When the life of a writer feels like you actually fit within the space that you’re existing in, you may be able to answer the question with, “Yes, this world of words is fulfilling.”

published November 7, 2021

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4 respuestas a «I Smell Sheep Interviews Todd Sullivan»

  1. Avatar de SAYOR BASELENOUS

    Thank you for sharing such an honest and thought-provoking reflection. Your words remind us that writing is more than chasing fame, followers, or bestseller lists, it’s about giving a voice to ideas that can touch and inspire others.

    I especially appreciated your point about how the internet has changed our expectations of success. It’s easy to compare ourselves with the few who achieve extraordinary recognition and forget that many great writers throughout history simply wanted their work to be read and appreciated.

    To me, fulfillment as a writer isn’t measured solely by wealth or popularity. It’s found in knowing that even one reader was encouraged, challenged, or comforted by your words. Every story has the potential to leave a lasting impact, regardless of how many people read it.

    Thank you for the reminder that true fulfillment often grows quietly over time through consistency, purpose, and the courage to keep writing. I wish you continued success and many more readers whose lives are enriched by your work.

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  2. Avatar de Patty L. Fletcher

    Hi, first, as I was reading the story of your childhood and coming into adulthood while experiencing all the change when internet took hold I applauded and cheered to myself “yeah! Yeah!” Why? I remember long lazy days during which I would load a wagon my father got me with my talking book tape player which I charged at night so I could get a few hours of reading during the day outside and under a tree if at home and if at the school for the blind in Donaldson Tennessee I’d park the wagon under the treehouse and lug the thing up the ladder to the loft above and read until the book finished, I got called down for some reason, or the batteries died. I’m so fortunate to continue getting books from the national library services for blind and print disabled but only two of my books are listed among the thousands of other titles. Sure, I’d like to be able to at least make a living which allowed me to not worry if I paid a copay off, I will not have enough money for the rent if I do.

    I want people to read me because I’ve something to say I feel is important.

    I want people to read me because they love what I write.

    Sorry, I get on a rant. This is a great post.

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