I Will Likely Be Deplatformed One Day

Currently I am very small fry; as obscure, unknown, and seemingly irrelevant as they come. I have published one novel which has sold a measly three or four hundred copies, and I run this little blog that apparently averages a mere hundred visits a day. Simply put, in the social, political, artistic and economic grand scheme of things, I am a virtual non-entity. I say this not out of complaint, but out of fact. My obscurity stems from the nature of the field I am in and my own reluctance to engage in self-promotion, especially through social media venues. Again, I am not complaining. To be honest, I accept my current status or lack thereof because I simply enjoy what am I doing. 

Being an unknown writer is not the most optimal state of affairs - I mean what writer does not want readers to find their book(s)? - but obscurity does have some benefits. Warranting little attention gives a writer a certain sense of freedom. For example, I am too small of a wave to rock any boats; hence, no one has ever bothered to tell me shut up or made any effort to shut me down. I am certain these circumstances will extend into the future, but I sometimes wonder, in these of days of rabid deplatforming and censorship, whether my day will come despite my seeming irrelevance.  

This may sound paranoid, but I believe it will, and unlike the big names, I doubt anyone will even notice, let alone care. 

I am preparing for that day as I write this. Being obscure is one thing. Being silenced is another matter entirely.