Art That Sells vs Art That Saves You
If you chase applause, you’ll lose your pulse. If you guard your pulse, the right applause finds you.
There’s the book you think people want.
And there’s the book you need to write to stay alive.
Sometimes they’re the same.
Usually, they’re cousins who don’t speak.
The market will offer a map: trends, tropes, tidy hooks.
Your chest will offer a compass: messy, stubborn, true.
Maps feel safer.
Compasses get you home.
Selling isn’t evil.
Selling a version of yourself you don’t believe in is.
Write the pages that raise your pulse.
Then learn how to package them without cutting out their heart.
Make the cover clear.
Make the pitch simple.
Make the craft ruthless.
But keep the soul unnegotiable.
If you serve the algorithm first, you’ll starve the thing that feeds it.
If you serve the work first, you’ll become dangerous,
the kind of writer who can walk into the market with a pulse so loud it sells itself.
Here’s the rule I use when I’m lost:
Would I still write this if it never sold?
If the answer is no, I’m bargaining.
If the answer is yes, I’m alive.
The sweet spot isn’t compromise.
It’s clarity.
Say something only you can say,
in a way anyone can understand.
That’s how the work saves you.
That’s how it sells.



Put bluntly. Art is the last resort of communicating the Truth.
That's exactly right! Beautifully told, as always! 🫶