I am self absorbed. I rarely, if ever, think about audience. When I write, I write for character. The audience is an abstract concept; a group of faceless peoples my brain might spare an algorithm for, if only to calculate the most probable outcome for a given line, syntax or diction choice. I am at the young, budding point in which I must maintain “artistic integrity” instead of “pandering to the audience.”
As such, I should pay more mind for the audience. To make a meal for people without considering their tastes will end with a feast uneaten.