I’m fairly sure that I share with most other writers the uneasy sense that every word issuing from my keyboard ultimately flies off into the great void. I go to sleep at night safe in what is surely the statistically reasonable belief that the things I write are at best parsed quickly, in a state of distraction, and never really land in any meaningful way.
No, I thoroughly read everything that comes through the RSS feed.
This isn’t occasion for bitterness or resentment, mind you.
Because every other such occasion has already been used up.