I’ll be honest, as a writer, letting someone read my stories is embarrassing.
Asking someone to pay to read them is mortifying.
I can understand why publishing houses became a thing. Hello, I wrote a book. I am now too embarrassed and mortified to distribute it. Ha ha ha.
Seriously, I don’t want to let people know what sort of things go on in my head. That’s why I’m quiet and shy. Just move along; you don’t know me.
But don’t really. I actually do want people to read my books. I’m just scared. What if people don’t like me? What if people do like me? I’m not sure how I’d handle either.
That’s why I’m a writer, I suppose. Fictional worlds are easier to navigate.