Sometimes psychological projection is a factor and sometimes soulful retrospection is at play. If the writer is caught up in The Who of an audience, then the writer is more of an insect caught in a trap or an owl stuck in a tree. If the writer is lost in navel gazing, the writer is wandering in the maze of an identity questions. Perhaps writing itself then is the doorway to discovery, wherein the voice of the writer shows up, and the audience appears (perhaps). This is the stuff Zen koans are made of (wink).