Spelunking

After discovering that nobody was reading his work, the writer decided to give it up completely and focus more of his efforts on spelunking. He was rather fond of caves, and despite the cold and the dark caverns he liked the echo. The bad rap that bats had received from an onslaught of vampire novels made him grind his teeth in disgust, especially considering how many more readers such drivel had than him.

He checked his ropes and changed the batteries in his headlamp and dove into the dark abyss of discovery. His readers would never know that he was gone, had he the luxury of readers.