POETRY
My Poetry Earned $1.54 on Medium Last Month
And I’ve never felt better about my writing
They say that if you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life. And while I appreciate the sentiment, my experience with writing hasn’t always been a love affair.
Don’t get me wrong, I like being a writer, especially when I can work remotely on my schedule. Honestly, it’s never been easier to become a writer.
But writing is still a job 99% of the time, even if you like what you do.
Which is why what happened last month is such a big deal.
Because my whole perspective on writing has shifted recently. And it’s all thanks to a handful of poems and a little extra pocket money.
Earning money as a poet
In June 2020, I earned exactly $1.54 for writing and publishing seven poems on Medium.
I know. Break out the champagne, right?
But the point isn’t that I earned just enough money to buy a (very bad) cup of coffee from my poetry. The point is that my poetry—words I’d written just for the pleasure of writing them—had actually earned me money. Real money.
And it felt kind of amazing.
But what followed quickly after learning that I’d earned a whopping $1.54 for my poems was that it had been far too long since my writing—the words I craft with my brain and my heart and a mechanical pencil—had been part of my regular writing routine.
And that needs to change.
Write for yourself
I honestly can’t imagine doing anything else other than writing. And believe me, I’ve tried.
But no matter what I keep coming back to the old keyboard and a blinking cursor because I’m addicted to what happens when you string words together in a way that makes sense to someone else.
It’s the greatest feeling in the world.
But somewhere along the way, I’d forgotten that.
Like many young liberal arts grads, I took any job that vaguely resembled writing to pay the bills. And while each job lead to better pay and more work, they also lead a little further away from my original goal of becoming a writer.
In the decade and a half since college, I’ve become an SEO expert, cutting edge digital marketer, email outreach guru, niche content creator, and content strategist extraordinaire.
But I haven’t been writing the work that matters to me. At least, not often enough.
And that’s why getting paid for those seven little poems felt so dang good. It reminded me that I don’t have to maximize my monthly earnings, grow my following, or build a bitchin’ email newsletter list to be a writer.
I just have to keep writing.
I like my poems
I don’t think any of my poems are going to shake the world or win awards. I’m not going to ditch my clients to try and make it as a poet. But I’m proud of each one.
And I’m going to write more.
I can point to this poem about spiders playing roulette or this poem about the bittersweet joy of reading a good book too quickly and say, “Hey look at this thing I made! Read this, I really think you’re going to like it!”
And that feels fantastic.
Because at the end of the day, I like writing poetry. And that means that every single penny I earned from these poems—all one hundred and fifty-four of them—is found money.
Medium is a great place for poets
I never expected many people to “clap” for my poems or even read them, really. I was just trying to get some of my ideas out there with a little drawing attached. It was just a fun project. Still is, actually.
But the response from you, the readers has been incredible. Every time someone highlights a line from my poems or replies that they loved the idea or the title or the illustration, it blows me away. And it makes me want to keep writing.
I put a few of my silly little thoughts and doodles on the internet, and people have been reading them. And that’s worth a heck of a lot more than $1.54.
Let’s see what I can write this month.
Shawn Forno is a freelance copywriter, content manager, travel writer, poet, and blogger. He loves to talk about himself in the third-person.
You can check out his writing portfolio or his super-duper helpful travel articles for more helpful tips and tricks for writers and travelers.