Check out this thought-provoking post from Rawle Nyanzi, readers:
In the past few days, I had frustration with a series of short stories I wrote. They didn’t work as effectively as I had hoped; I thought to myself “No one will read my book because no one reads anymore,” and that I should shift my creative energies into film. After all, that was the only cultural output anyone cared about; thanks to flawed teaching methods, no one geeks out over books, and you can’t slap an excerpt on YouTube and expect to get any views. Novelists dream of their works being adapted to film and, if they were honest with themselves, would rather be making films.