As I anticipated, the release of the second book was greeted with mostly silence, along with one deferral of interest until I can sink the (copious amounts of money I don't have) into a print run.

Crickets.

Being asked why nobody wants my work is almost as bad as the fact that nobody wants it, not even those who were allegedly looking forward to its release and who supposedly support me.

I'm learning that I really am writing just for myself, because it's painfully clear that nobody else really gives a fuck.