“You don’t start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it’s good stuff, and then gradually you get better at it.”
Octavia Butler said this. She meant it. She lived it.
Writers love to quote the part about getting better. They skip over the part where you have to think your bad writing is good long enough to keep going. That’s the truth buried in her words—most people quit because they believe what they wrote isn’t worth continuing. Butler didn’t quit. She started young, failed often, doubted herself deeply, and still showed up at the page. This isn’t a story about talent. It’s a story about time, effort, and the kind of stubbornness writers need if they hope to matter.
She Didn’t Grow Up Believing She’d Be Great
Octavia Estelle Butler grew up in Pasadena, raised by a single mother who worked as a maid. Her father died when she was small. Money was tight, silence common, and she was shy enough to avoid conversation. The local library gave her an escape—rows of books, stories that weren’t hers, and a corner desk where she could disappear.
She began writing science fiction tat she age of 10. By 12, she had a typewriter. Not new. Not hers. One her mother bought secondhand from a white woman she cleaned for. Butler punched out stories anyway. Spaceships, time travelers, characters who looked more like her than anything she found in the stacks.
But getting better took time. Years of rejection followed. She worked temporary jobs—telemarketing, warehouse shifts, potato chip packing—and wrote in the hours left over. Editors said her stories were too strange. Too Black. Too female. One editor told her Black women didn’t read science fiction. She kept writing.
When Kindred came out in 1979, it wasn’t because she had finally mastered the market. It was because she had stopped trying to please it.
A Wall of Words to Keep Her Going
Even after publication, doubt stayed close. Success didn’t quiet it. Instead of fighting fear, Butler surrounded herself with proof that she was still in the fight. She tacked handwritten affirmations on her walls. Some were declarations. Others were demands.
“I am a best-selling writer.”
“My books will be read by millions.”
“This is my life. I write.”
She read those lines daily. Not because she believed them. Because she needed to. Those notes weren’t motivational fluff. They were survival tactics. Tools she used to outlast doubt.
She had help along the way. Harlan Ellison, who never minced words, told her to apply to the Clarion Writers Workshop. She got in. Clarion changed everything. She met people who saw her writing not as a novelty—but as serious work. That recognition gave her footing. From there, she climbed.
Her Work Didn’t Just Entertain—It Interrogated
Butler’s writing didn’t follow trends. It warned. It tested. It told truths readers weren’t always ready for. Kindred pulled a modern Black woman into slavery, not to imagine a past, but to make it impossible to ignore. Parable of the Sower, written in the 1990s, read like prophecy. A broken America. Ecological collapse. A charismatic demagogue rising to power with a slogan eerily close to one heard on stages years later.
Butler didn’t claim she could predict the future. She just paid attention. Her characters weren’t superheroes. They were vulnerable. Sometimes broken. Often forced to survive by changing when no one else would. She showed how adaptation is power. How empathy is strategy. How fiction, when done right, can hold up a mirror sharper than nonfiction ever could.
She Didn’t Write to Be Celebrated. She Wrote to Be Heard.
In 1995, Butler became the first science fiction author to win a MacArthur “Genius Grant.” By then, her shelves held awards. Hugo. Nebula. Locus. But those honors never mattered more than the next page. She stayed humble. Private. She kept writing.
Her legacy rests not in how many copies she sold, but in how many writers she gave permission to begin—without polish, without praise, without certainty.
Writers Like Her Leave More Than Books
Butler showed that writing doesn’t begin with skill. It begins with the willingness to keep going. Anyone can start. Not everyone does. Fewer still keep going when it feels like no one’s listening.
She kept going. Through rejection. Through self-doubt. Through loneliness. And what came of it were stories that rewired readers, redefined genres, and offered truth in places no one thought to look.
Read Octavia Butler
Start with Kindred. Then try Parable of the Sower. Read her stories. Read her notes to herself. Let them remind you that bad writing is how good writing starts.
Then write. Don’t wait for genius. Don’t chase perfect. Sit down, press the keys, and give yourself permission to write something ugly. Something true.
Someone will thank you for it one day. Maybe even you.
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