🖊️I Quit Writing eBooks — Here's the Shady, Messy, Funny Truth (And Why Music Might Save Me)

🖊️I Quit Writing eBooks — Here's the Shady, Messy, Funny Truth (And Why Music Might Save Me)

Let’s not sugarcoat this—I'm done. Finished. Through. I’ve officially retired from writing eBooks. No retirement party, no champagne toast, just me dragging my tired fingers off the keyboard and whispering, “Never again.”

For the past couple of years, I’ve been trying to juggle two creative hustles—writing eBooks and making music. I thought I could be the literary Beyoncé meets SoundCloud Marvin Gaye. Turns out, I was more like the broke version of both.

Let’s talk about Amazon KDP, shall we? You upload your heart, soul, sweat, and Wi-Fi bill into these books, hit publish, and sit back hoping for a little coin. What do I get? $3.82. A month. And an email from Amazon that felt more insulting than encouraging:
“Your royalties have been deposited.”
Ma’am, royalties? You mean that bus fare you just sent me?

Now don’t get me wrong—I loved writing. I still love storytelling. But it’s hard to stay motivated when the audience is silent, the sales are flatlined, and you’ve refreshed your dashboard more than you’ve refreshed your edges.

Meanwhile, the music? I’ve made a little money. Not Beyoncé rich, more like “buy a gas station coffee” rich. But the vibe is different. People actually message me about the songs. Somebody said they cleaned their house listening to my track and felt “like they were on Soul Train.” That $5 I earned? Felt like $5,000. That’s impact.

So I had to choose. Either keep writing eBooks that nobody’s reading… or bet on the music and see where it goes. And I chose the beat over the book.

Let’s be real: the eBook game is saturated. Everybody and their auntie is an “author” now. Some of y’all publishing journals that say “Breathe” on the front and nothing inside but lined pages. And somehow you’re making bank! Meanwhile, I’m over here writing poetry, novels, and essays that would make Oprah cry… and nobody’s buying. Chile, the math is not mathing.

I’m not bitter. (Okay maybe 27% bitter.) But I’m also free. No more stressing over book blurbs, cover designs, or awkward promos. I’m stepping into my music era with no fear, just fire.

So to my fellow struggling authors: keep going if it’s in your heart. But if the pen is dry and the passion is gone—it’s okay to pivot. Your creativity deserves a paycheck and a little praise. Don’t let Amazon drain your joy for 92 cents a month.

As for me? I'm headed to the studio. With Auto-Tune, harmonies, and possibly a tambourine. I might not be on Billboard (yet), but I’m finally making noise—and I’m loving every messy, shady, dramatic moment of it.

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P.S. I still got 80 unsold eBooks collecting digital dust. Hit me up if you want one. I’ll throw in a free download link and a therapy session.

🎤💅🏾✍🏾

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