They are not interested. Speaking for my friends and family, that is - they are not interested. They say they are, but they are not. I used to have fellow readers and writers as friends. It seems that I no longer do, which is a bit of a shame because it's often the only way that I'm able to express things that I can't find the right words for verbally. That, or that I do have the words for but that would make me feel very stupid to say aloud. It's sort of isolating.
That's not really anyone's fault but my own, and tells me that the problem is likely with my writing, and everyone is too polite to tell me. I don't want polite, but criticism is difficult for people that have no experience in being helpfully critical; constructive criticism is not the same thing as being impolite and is, in fact, quite helpful.
I realized today that I have a goal: in a decade, I want to be in the mountains, with one person to cuddle with, and the nearest town is an hour or more away. At least part of that is doable: the moving. I'll likely go off into the woods, minus technology, and see how I fare. The desire to disappear with no way for anyone to know where I've gone or how to get in touch with me is very strong. If I manage to do so with someone that also writes, all the better.
Knowing writers, though, I'd never get anything finished, and neither would they: "Come read what I've just written! It sucks, but it just poured out of me and I'm super excited about it!"
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