Does writing have a future? Five years after I became one.
Hello, folks. I want to start my time here with a question that has been following me for years: does writing have a future?
Five years ago I decided to become a writer. Three years ago I saw my first book displayed in a physical bookshop for the first time. I still haven't fully processed that moment.
I never planned for this. I found my vocation in graphic design early on, studied advertising, and spent years writing copy and corporate content. It paid the bills. It sharpened me. But at some point I started feeling a pressure that design alone couldn't release, and so I wrote a short story, just to see what would happen.
That short story became a Medium post. That Medium post became a full novel. That novel became the first volume of a trilogy I intend to publish across 100 chapters.
I won't pretend I was building a career. I was building a release valve. I wrote between client calls, in imposter syndrome crisis, in the margins of a life that was already full. Not to generate income or to be recognized, but because I needed somewhere for my words to exist outside of me. The income was not financial. It was the healing coming from the words I was writing.
Along the way I went through everything a new author goes through: a traditional publisher that took my money, printed the book, and did almost nothing else. Self-publishing experiments in web novel communities. The slow realization that I could do what publishers do, but on my own terms.
So I built my own publishing imprint. Developed my own pipeline for revision, layout, and distribution. And in the last few months, I vibe-coded my own reading and sales platform from scratch, because I didn't want to hand my books to Amazon or Gumroad. I wanted them to live somewhere that was mine and in a place that a KDP conversion wouldn't completely destroy the reading experience of what I call gamer literature - my own mix of literature and comic books.
I'm not here to sell you anything today. I'm here because writing communities are where writers are, and I finally feel ready to actually be one in public.
So: does writing have a future? Vilém Flusser asked the same thing decades ago in his book entitled with that same exact question and left no clean answer. Neither will I. But I'm betting on it.