The Real Reason You're Afraid to Publish
By Jaime Buckley
Let me guess.
You have a draft sitting somewhere. Maybe it's on your hard drive. Maybe it's a half-finished Google Doc you haven't opened in three weeks. Maybe it's an idea you've been carrying around in your head so long it's started to feel like furniture.
And every time you think about actually putting it out there...something stops you.
You've probably told yourself a story about why. You're not ready. It needs more editing. The market's too crowded. Nobody wants to hear what you have to say. You don't have a platform yet. The timing's wrong.
I believed every single one of those stories. For years.
Here's what I know now, after building a readership from scratch, losing everything I built, walking away from my own writing for an entire year...and coming back anyway.
Those aren't the real reason.
The Lie We Tell Ourselves
The story most writers tell themselves is that they're afraid of failure.
Afraid of bad reviews. Afraid of silence...the kind where you publish something and nobody responds. Afraid of being told, flat out, that you can't write. That your story doesn't matter. That you wasted your time.
That fear is real. I won't pretend it isn't.
But for most of us? That's not the actual wall.
I know this because I lived the other side of it. I built a website that drew over 750,000 visitors from 60 countries in its first year. Tens of thousands of registered users. Daily traffic that made no sense for a nobody from Utah with no marketing budget and no connections.
I had an audience. A real one.
...and then I stopped.
Not because I failed. Because something about succeeding terrified me more than failing ever had. I just didn't have words for it yet.
The Fear Nobody Talks About
Here's the thing about failure...you know how to handle it. You've been handling it your whole life. Getting up, dusting off, trying again. There's a muscle for that. Writers are built for failure. Rejection letters, bad drafts, dead ends. We know this territory.
Success is different.
Success means people are watching. It means expectations. It means the next thing has to be as good, or better...and what if it isn't? What if the first one was a fluke? What if you've already done the best work you'll ever do, and everything from here is a slow disappointment?
What do you do when there's no longer a wall to push against?
I'd been used to fighting. Used to getting up one more time than I was knocked down. That was my identity. Take that away...and what am I?
That thought made my hands shake.
So I found ways to slow down. To get distracted. To tell myself I was being responsible, strategic, patient. Meanwhile, the writing sat untouched.
If this sounds familiar, I'm not surprised. Because this is the real fear. Not "what if I fail?" but...
What if I actually succeed?
What Happens If It Works?
Sit with that question for a second.
What happens if you publish, and people love it? What happens if the audience shows up, the comments roll in, and suddenly there are real human beings waiting for your next piece?
Does that excite you...or does some part of you want to close the tab?
I'm not asking to be dramatic. I'm asking because your honest answer tells you everything about what's actually holding you back.
Writers who fear failure avoid starting.
Writers who fear success avoid finishing.
They edit one more time. They redesign the header. They decide the niche isn't quite right. They spend six months building the perfect system for publishing...and never publish. The preparation becomes the point, because preparation has no consequences.
Finishing has consequences. Putting it out has consequences. Being READ has consequences.
And somewhere in your gut, you already know that.
The Day I Had to Admit It
I didn't figure this out on my own. I had to lose everything first.
After my audience disappeared and my writing career fell apart, I spent a year convinced a single critic had been right. That I couldn't write. That I was never meant to be a writer. I pulled every book, every blog post, every piece of content I'd ever made...offline.
It took my wife and daughter to pull me back.
My daughter handed me a box set of books and told me to read them. Said they reminded her of how I wrote. And she was right. I read them in an afternoon.
"That's how you write," she said.
"Whatever," I said.
"Then why not struggle for your own dream," my wife said, "instead of someone else's?"
...I had no answer for that.
What I eventually understood was this: I had never really believed I deserved the success I'd already had. So when someone gave me a reason to walk away from it, I took it.
That's what fear of success looks like in practice. It doesn't announce itself. It just hands you a convenient excuse...and you take it.
How to Know Which Fear Is Yours
Here's a simple test.
Think about your writing. The piece you haven't published, the series you haven't started, the newsletter you've been "almost ready" to launch for six months.
Now ask yourself: if I knew for certain this would fail...would I still write it?
If the answer is yes, you're afraid of something other than failure.
If the answer is no...that's worth sitting with, too.
For me, the answer was always yes. Even in my worst moments, I kept writing. Not publicly. Not for anyone. Just because the stories wouldn't leave me alone. That told me the fear wasn't about failure.
The cure, by the way, isn't a mindset shift or a motivational quote. The cure is a smaller stage.
Start somewhere the stakes feel manageable. Write one piece. Put it in front of a small audience. Watch what happens. Let the evidence replace the assumption.
That's exactly why I started on Substack. Not because it was perfect...but because it was a room I could walk into without feeling like I had to fill a stadium on day one. A place to build something honest, piece by piece, with people who chose to show up.
Just Be You
The last thing my wife said to me, when I was at my lowest, was the simplest thing anyone has ever told me.
"Just be you, my love. Just be...you."
That's it. That's the whole answer. Not a strategy. Not a platform hack. Not a content calendar.
If you're sitting on writing that matters to you...it already matters. The fear telling you otherwise isn't protecting you.
It's keeping you from the people who need to read what only you can write.
Start small. Be honest. Show up.
The draft on your hard drive is already waiting.
So are your readers.
What's holding you back?
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If you're ready to build that kind of writing practice with real structure and support behind it, consider our course, Substack for Authors. That's where we help writers stop hiding and start building something that lasts.
About Jaime
Jaime Buckley is the author of the Chronicles of a Hero series and the founder of LifeofFiction.com on Substack. He teaches writers how to build a sustainable publishing practice at JaimeBuckley.com and through the online course Substack for Authors.
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That really resonates with me. I don't like rejection, but success? That's really scary.
Jean, that’s exactly it.
Most of us think we’re bracing for rejection, but deep down it’s often the weight of being seen that rattles us most. Rejection hurts, sure—but success changes things. It asks more of us. It asks us to keep showing up.
That can feel terrifying.
The fact that you recognize it, though? That’s huge. Naming it takes away some of its power. It means you’re already more aware than most writers ever get.
Don’t let that fear convince you to stay hidden. You don’t have to leap into the deep end—just take the next small step. One piece. One post. One honest moment.
That’s how it starts.
True failure is usually more about the failure of inaction rather than of action. We achieve success when we learn from our action failures. We achieve nothing from inaction failures, because nothing happened.
Sally, that’s a powerful way to frame it.
“Failure of inaction” is the one that lingers the longest, because it leaves us with questions instead of lessons. Action may bruise the ego now and then, but at least it moves us. It teaches us. It sharpens us.
Inaction just keeps us standing in the same place, wondering what might have been.
I’ve found that most of my real growth...both as a writer and as a person...came from the things I was willing to try, even when I got it wrong. Especially then.
Thank you for putting that into words so clearly.
I have known for a while that I fear both success and failure. I fear change. Success is more change than failure is. A big enough success could be life-changing. A big enough failure means starting over with something else. But how I measure both can vary. Success can be finishing the revision. It can be sending the work to an agent no matter the response. Defining both for myself helps. It means I can take baby steps toward a measurable goal I have control over. (I can't control the agent response.) That matters.
Debbie, this is incredibly insightful.
What you said about fear of change being at the root of both success and failure really hits home. I think that’s true for a lot of us, whether we realize it or not. Both outcomes ask something of us—adaptation, resilience, growth—and none of that is comfortable.
But I really love how you’ve reframed success into something you can control.
Finishing the revision.
Sending the query.
Taking the next step.
That’s wisdom right there.
Because you’re absolutely right: we can’t control the outcome, only the courage it takes to move forward. And those “baby steps” aren’t small at all—they’re how every meaningful journey gets built.
That matters more than most people realize.
Well, after asking myself the question and getting a resounding yes, I guess it's not fear of failure. I believe I've managed to get myself tied up in emotional knots and need to untangle the mess and get back to rewrites. Too much going on at once. Priorates to be chosen and all that jazz.
Thanks for the wake-up call, Jaime!
Ellen, that kind of honesty with yourself is no small thing.
Getting to that “resounding yes” tells you a lot. The writing still matters to you, which means the fire’s still there...it’s just buried under everything else life has piled on top.
And emotional knots? Those are real. They can make even simple decisions feel heavier than they are.
The good news is, knots can be untangled.
One priority at a time. One rewrite at a time. Not all the jazz at once.
That’s something I’ve had to learn the hard way myself: sometimes progress isn’t about pushing harder, it’s about clearing enough space to hear your own story again.
You’re closer than you think. Keep going.
You know me well, Jaime - what's holding me back is the battle between potential success and current success. It is much easier to put money and time into something that is already paying off rather than putting that same money and time into something that may pay off in the future. But of course, the here and now is *potentially* less than that distant future. Bird in the hand situation. But the way that NOT writing drives me insane... I'm going to need to get to that beautiful future stuff soon!
Lisa… yeah, I know that battle well.
And honestly, it’s one of the hardest ones because it’s not rooted in fear so much as responsibility. When you’ve built something that’s already working—something that pays the bills, carries weight, and has proven itself—it makes perfect sense to protect it. That’s not cowardice. That’s wisdom.
The problem is, wisdom can sometimes become a cage when it only serves the present.
The “bird in the hand” mentality keeps us safe, but it can also keep us small if we never make room for the second bird… the one that might change everything.
What stands out to me most in what you said is this: *not writing drives me insane.*
That’s the tell.
That’s the thing you can’t fake.
Money matters. Time matters. Stability matters. But the parts of us that create? They matter too. Ignore them long enough and they start making noise. Loud noise. Restlessness. Frustration. That low hum of knowing you’re not fully aligned with yourself.
I’ve learned that the work we’re “meant” to do...the stuff stitched into us...is usually the thing that refuses to leave us alone. Even when it’s inconvenient. Even when it makes no financial sense yet. Even when there’s no guarantee.
Especially then.
And here’s the part I’d say to you as a friend: writing doesn’t have to immediately overthrow what’s already working. It doesn’t have to be an all-or-nothing gamble. Sometimes the bravest thing isn’t burning down the stable thing to chase the uncertain thing.
Sometimes it’s building the future quietly beside the present.
Brick by brick.
Page by page.
Hour by hour.
That’s still courage.
And if the writing is making you crazy because it’s not being fed, that’s probably because it’s not a hobby. It’s part of who you are.
That “beautiful future stuff” you mentioned? It’s not as far off as it feels. But it does require one thing the present never will:
Permission.
Your permission.
To invest in yourself before the outcome is guaranteed.
That’s the leap. Not blind faith… just enough faith to begin.
And if anyone I know is capable of building both the practical life *and* the meaningful one, it’s you.
This is me too. I freelance in the ed markets. I have a goal of earning a certain amount per year. I also have personal writing goals and a life (hubby, parents, kids, etc.). My professional and personal writing goals are in direct competition for my time and creativity. Whenever I have no assignment, I work on my own stuff. This means I maybe don't chase new clients like I should. Add this to the question of what I can and can't control in my post above. Both types of work matter to me. I know I can write well enough because of freelancing and man does that help when rejections are flowing in. And there is something to be said for experience working with editors too. But sometimes I miss getting back to my own stuff.
I really loved this post, Jaime. Thanks for posting with us, and for calling us out on our nonsense. 🙂
Jenny, thank you. 😊
You know, I think we all need someone to lovingly call us out on our nonsense once in a while. I certainly have. If my wife hadn't done it for me, I'd probably still be sitting on the sidelines convincing myself I was "being responsible."
It's funny how good our brains are at dressing fear up as logic.
I really appreciate you giving me the opportunity to share this with your readers. Judging by the comments, I'd say I'm not the only one who's discovered that the real battle wasn't where I thought it was.
That gives me hope for all of us.
A timely piece at the perfect moment. I'm going for it! Thanks.
Sheridan, I love hearing that.
If this was the nudge you needed, then it was worth writing. Don't worry about getting it perfect—just get it moving. Momentum has a funny way of building confidence after the fact, not before.
I'm cheering you on. Now go make something only you can make. 😊
Thanks for your essay. It was helpful.
Stanley, thank you for taking the time to read it and leave a comment.
I'm really glad it was helpful. If it encouraged you to take even one small step forward with your writing, then it accomplished exactly what I hoped it would.
I appreciate you being here.