An existential crisis brought on by one’s writing.
The fear that your absolute lack of ability to get a response is actually proof that you don’t exist.
What happens when you get and use Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, and a blog in order to create an author platform, but despite following all the best advice you continue to go essentially unnoticed.
Something that makes you wonder if there is a point to continuing to post or publish as it seems that not only does no one care, no one even sees it.
Also: the reason I haven’t been posting those lengthy in-depth theories and analysis on writing which it seems no one particularly cares for anyway. That and it’s the end of the tax year and I’m busy with my day job.