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From Ridicule to Recognition: Building in the Night When No One Was Watching

They laughed at my dream, called it nonsense, and said I wasn’t qualified. So I built it anyway — at night, in quiet, one page at a time. This is the story of turning ridicule into recognition, and why your “witchcraft hours” might be the foundation of everything you’re meant to become.

Nephi M.M. Lurie

7/23/20267 min read

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There was a time when the idea of me becoming a writer sounded like a joke. Not the kind of joke that makes people smile. The kind of joke that makes people roll their eyes, sigh, and change the subject.

I remember the exact feeling of sharing my first poems with people I trusted. The silence that followed. Then the laughter. “This one again with his nonsense,” someone said. Another person added, “But you didn’t even go to school well. Leave writing to people who went to university.”

I went home that day and I was very disappointed. Not just in them. In myself. When the people around you treat your dream like trash, it is difficult not to start treating it like trash too. For a few nights I put the notebook away. I told myself maybe they were right. Maybe I should find something “serious” to do.

But then another thought came. Quiet, but stubborn. “If no one is clapping, it does not mean you should stop performing. It may mean you are in the wrong room.” I decided I would keep pushing, even if I had to push behind the boundaries that other people had drawn for me.

That decision changed the entire direction of my life.

The Weight of an Unconventional Background

Let me be honest about something from the beginning: I did not go to school very well. I do not say that to gain sympathy. I say it because it is part of the story.

Formal education gives you tools. Grammar. Structure. Vocabulary. Confidence. I did not have all of those tools in the way that other writers did. That made the work harder. When I wrote a sentence, I had to read it five times to see if it made sense. When I submitted work, I was terrified of the red pen.

In the beginning, that lack made the criticism worse. People would point at my mistakes and say, “See? This is why you should stop.” And for a while, I believed them.

But over time I realized something important. A lack of formal training is not the same as a lack of capacity. It is just a different starting point.

I began to treat life as my classroom. Every rejection letter was a lesson. Every harsh comment was feedback, even when it was delivered without kindness. I started reading more. I started rewriting more. I started listening to how people actually speak, and then trying to capture that honesty on the page.

There is a proverb that helped me: “The axe that is dull must be sharpened, but it can still cut down the tree.” I was a dull axe. But I could still work. I just had to work longer.

Choosing the Night: Discipline Over Comfort

The biggest practical change I made was when I decided to do my writing at night.

During the day, there was too much noise. Not just cars and people. The noise of opinions. “Why are you wasting time?” “That will never make money.” “Be realistic.” It was exhausting to create while defending the right to create.

At night, the world was quiet. The city would settle. My phone would stop buzzing. And for three, four, sometimes five hours, it was just me and the page.

People joked about it. “You’re up again? What are you doing, witchcraft?” I laughed with them. But in truth, there was something sacred about those hours. It felt like I had stolen time from the world and given it to my dream.

That is when I learned another lesson: master your time before you try to master your craft. If you wait for perfect conditions in the daytime, you will wait forever. Create the conditions yourself. Even if it means working when everyone else is sleeping.

I began to see the process like building a house. No one celebrates the digging. The first weeks are just dirt and sweat and no visible result. Then comes the foundation. Still nothing to show. Then the walls go up, slowly, brick by brick. And finally, the roof. Only then do people walk by and say, “Wow, look at that house.”

Writing is identical. The early drafts are the digging. The editing is the foundation. Publishing is the roof. If you quit during the digging phase because no one is clapping, you will never get to the roof.

When Opposition Becomes Opportunity

One of the most surprising things I learned is that opposition is not always a stop sign. Sometimes it is a signal that you are moving in the right direction.

In the book of Nehemiah, there were three men who opposed the rebuilding of the wall: Sanballat, Tobiah, and Geshem. They mocked. They threatened. They tried to distract Nehemiah with meetings. But the wall still got built. And when it was finished, the Bible says the enemies “perceived that this work was wrought of our God.”

I am not comparing my writing to rebuilding Jerusalem. But the principle is the same. The people who laughed at me were, in a strange way, confirming that I was building something. Nobody throws stones at an empty field.

So I stopped seeing criticism as a reason to quit. I started seeing it as data. What part of this made them uncomfortable? What part of this was unclear? What part of this can I make stronger?

That shift turned pain into progress. It turned “they don’t believe in me” into “let me become someone worth believing in.”

The Turning Point: From Private Mockery to Public Readership

Change did not happen overnight. For a long time, the only people reading my work were the same people who were criticizing it.

Then slowly, something shifted. A teacher shared one of my poems in class. A pastor read one of my pieces during a service. A stranger messaged me and said, “Your writing helped me on a very bad day.”

And then more messages came. And more shares. And more requests.

One day a friend looked at me and said, half-joking, half-serious: “Bro, right now you are more famous than the news.” We both laughed. But the truth behind the joke was real. When people are looking for hope, for encouragement, for language to describe what they are feeling, they turn to stories. And somehow, my stories had found their way into that space.

I do not tell you this to boast. I tell you this because I need you to understand: the work that was called nonsense in private is now being quoted in public. The poems that were dismissed are now being read by people I will never meet.

That did not happen because I am talented. It happened because I refused to stop when it was embarrassing.

Guarding Your Environment: The Company You Keep

If I could go back and tell my younger self one thing, it would be this: protect your environment.

Not everyone deserves to see your work in progress. Not everyone deserves a vote in your dream.

There is a difference between feedback and cynicism. Feedback says, “This part can be stronger.” Cynicism says, “Why are you even trying?” Learn to tell the difference early.

“Walk with the wise and you become wise,” says Proverbs. I would add: walk away from people who make you smaller while you are still growing. You can always invite them to the celebration later. But during the building phase, guard the site.

I also learned to guard my own mind. For years I let other people’s opinions control my emotions. One bad comment would ruin my entire week. One good comment would carry me for a month. That is not a sustainable way to live.

So I made a decision: I am the master of my own emotions. People will say what they say. I will decide what I do next. That single decision gave me back more energy than any motivational speech ever could.

Why This Matters to You

I am telling you all of this because I know there is someone reading this who is in the “digging” phase right now.

Maybe you want to start a business and people are telling you the market is full.

Maybe you want to write a book and people are telling you no one reads anymore.

Maybe you want to go back to school and people are telling you are too old.

Maybe you just have an idea that will not leave you alone, and everyone around you thinks it is nonsense.

To you I say: do it anyway.

You do not need permission. You do not need perfect qualifications. You do not need everyone to understand it right now.

What you need is consistency. What you need is the willingness to work in the quiet. What you need is the courage to be misunderstood for a season.

Do not aim to be the most spectacular person in the room. Aim to be the most consistent person in the room. Spectacular is a moment. Consistency is a life. And lives are what change things.

The House Is Still Being Built

I am not at the end of my story. The house is still being built. There are still rooms I have not finished. There are still bricks I have not laid.

But I am no longer ashamed of the foundation. I am no longer embarrassed by the nights. I am no longer waiting for everyone to clap before I continue.

Because I have seen what happens when you keep going. The same people who laughed will eventually ask for advice. The same people who said “that will never work” will ask, “How did you do it?”

And the answer will always be the same: one brick at a time. One night at a time. One decision to not quit.

Final Word: I Believe In You

I believe in you. Not in a motivational-poster kind of way. In a practical way.

I believe that you can take the lessons I learned the hard way and go further than I did.

I believe that your background does not disqualify you.

I believe that your nighttime work matters, even when no one sees it.

I believe that the thing people are laughing at today will be the thing they are quoting tomorrow.

So do not stop. Write the book. Start the business. Record the song. Build the ministry. Plant the garden.

Do it in the night if you have to. Do it with imperfect tools if you have to. Do it while people are talking if you have to.

Just do not stop.

Because one day, the work you are doing in secret will speak for you in public. And on that day, you will be grateful that you did not listen to the laughter. You listened to the calling instead.

“What is planted in shame will grow into the tree where others find shade.”

Plant it. Water it. Protect it.

The roof is coming.