He knows he’s not a brilliant writer. He hasn’t captured the thoughts or driven the imagination of the people who read his writing. He knows because no one comments on what he has written. And still he writes.
He feels like a fly buzzing against an unopened window. Buzz, buzz, buzz goes the fly. Click, click, click goes his keyboard. The fly hopes to get outside. He hopes to write something that people will read and comment on.
He sees athletes, musicians, singers, artists and more get credit for displaying and practicing their chosen field in public. He sees and hears the acknowledgement of their practice and improvement. Writers who publish as part of their practice get ignored or condemned. And still he writes.
The unread writer keeps on writing. He knows that he is improving. He congratulates himself on the discipline necessary to sit at his computer and write. He grows stronger and better every day. He reads his work days and weeks after it is written and sees and feels the improvement. He works toward his goal of being published. Day in day out he writes. Day in day out he sends his work off to magazines and publishers. He is a writer.