There are writers whose words will never be published, never read, never discovered by eyes other than their own. The words will drift from mind to page secretly, like a whispered prayer for no one else to hear but God. And for some, that's the way they want it.
But this is not about that writer. This is about the one with the desire to be read and recognized for that, which she does alone.
Are you afraid of being read or of being unread?