Picture the scene: It's the day before yesterday. I put my heart and soul into, and wring myself out for, a piece that by all accounts should have knocked it out of the park.
One comment.
One reblog.
Some handful of likes.
Yesterday, I pretty much put my thumb up my butt and churn out a fill-in-the-blanks WWII Escape The POW Camp plotting.
One redistribution via Free Fiction Daily.
One clap on Medium.
One reblog.
I can argue that my least-effort vaguely-historically-accurate fluff piece got more sharing and therefore notice than the one that cost me a part of my soul.
Can you see why I'm pissed off?
This is just like the time I offhandedly threw Spiders Georg into an otherwise decent fantasy piece and had to wonder if that was going to be my internet legacy.
Perhaps the moral to take away here is that nobody can predict audience behaviour and effort is not equal to reward.
Not, "Nobody understands real art."
For all I know, there might be hundreds of people who put it in their queues for later redistribution. Time will tell.