Since my year 12 English teacher said I was not much of a writer, I have always wanted to publish an article, mainly out of spite.

Undeterred by a lack of talent and an underwhelming byline I set about getting published.
My family has a rich literary tradition.
My great grandfather wrote a book, The World’s Greatest Troublemakers, which suggests that all the world’s ills can be attributed to the Jews. There’s only one known copy left. Apparently all books ever published in Australia must be kept at the National Library in Canberra, no matter the quality.
However, a Google search found the book discussed on extremist websites, both neo-nazi and Islamic. He brought a diverse group of people together. A family pariah, yes, but a uniter.
So I had a lot to live up to. I just had to figure out what to write about.
Sport was a possibility but after reading Peter Roebuck’s cricket columns for the past 10 years I had developed an inferiority complex.
How can you compete with someone who has turned cricket commentary into exquisite art? Roebuck is to cricket writing what Sarah Palin is to moose hunting. He is everything.
A book review was considered but this would be a bit like visiting a brothel. You would pick up but it would feel cheap. Anyway, I swore off reading fiction books since Dan Brown’s latest literary crime.
The great thing about politics though is that your opinion is never wrong, just sometimes less well formed than Michelle Grattan’s.
Australians do not always get things right, and if they did, Gough Whitlam would still be Prime Minister and generosity to refugees a vote-winner.
And so I wrote an article calling for Julia Gillard to replace Wayne Swan as Treasurer.
It was a nervous day when the article was slated to be published in the National Times. Sure, the National Times is not the New York Times but it is still reputable.
After all, this may be the most noteworthy thing I had done. I peaked at sport when I was 12, I cannot sing, dance or generally entertain, and I am in no danger of winning a prize for anything anytime soon.
So I sat glued to the computer throughout the day, constantly refreshing the article to see if a comment was posted. This had the added bonus of bumping me up the list of most read articles for the day.
But I was still languishing as the sixth most read article out of eight. Few people were posting comments and half those comments were solicited from friends and family. I even resorted to posting comments under an alias.
A lack of writing talent may have explained the article’s unpopularity. But I suspect there was also something more.
Articles from other contributors (as opposed to regular columnists) posted on that day were about bike riding and why old people do not text message.
And each one was viewed far more than mine with many more comments. The most popular article for that week was about prams.
I learnt a lesson. People want to read cleverly written pieces on everyday issues that they can relate to. They do not want political articles from an unknown writer. You have to give people what they want.
And so I tried writing a second article on why a bad beard is better than no beard at all. It was terrible. So I wrote on taxation reform instead.
Sometimes you have just have to write what you can do well and worry later about how few people will read it.
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