A writer without readers is merely a voice quacking in the void.
Right now, as I try to find my writing legs once again, I rather enjoy my quacking - no ifs, no buts, and no one to please but myself.
Should someone be kind enough to spare five minutes of their doubtless busy day to stop and hear me quack - spare another and leave a comment. Just so's I don't start believing myself a duck.
That is all.