As I walk this earth my words are not read or heard. None of my books ever sell any copies. No audience lines up to read me. In fact, I never get so much of an audience at all. My contemporaries outsell me and I am never on the bestseller lists. My very parents left after my first book. I struggle just to get the finances to put my books into print.
I wrote much in my early life. Oh, how I wrote. I wrote so many words, of so many topics and emotions. Yet, I got nowhere. No money to keep me afloat. No advances to help my writing career. No offers from anyone. Only the disappointment of my own wasted effort. So I gave up my writing for a more consistent paycheck, believing my words were behind me. I was wrong. You all found me on the side of an empty road, dead in my tracks, and you revived me like I needed CPR. CLEAR! CLEAR! And I was back. You gave my ancient words new thoughts before them. My stories new life I could only dream of. My books held a cultural significance they didn’t have before. I am more popular dead than I ever was alive. Now you all speak of me as a classic, but if you only knew how I gave it up. If you only knew, you’d read my words very differently.
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Greg Luti is an editor and blogger on pensandwords.com. His favorite writers are Robert Frost and Charles Bukowski. He enjoys reading up on history, watching comedies, and playing video games, when he is not writing down a few notes for his next piece. He started this blog out of his love for literature and hopes that the reader shares that same passion.
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