If a writer writes a story in the woods, and nobody is there to read it, does it have any impact?

Last night I came home with the intention of working on my story. Instead I had stuff in the mail to entertain me. I got the Avenue Q cd, which I listened to (part of). I still had a story in The Chick is in the Mail that I'd started reading earlier, and so I finished reading that. I got my Deep Blues book, which is a history of the blues and which I read several chapters of. Finally I also got my Deep Blues dvd, which is not quite a companion piece for the book per se, but is an interesting film on its own. I managed to watch about half of it before I got so tired that I turned it off and went to bed.

( But it's okay, because I DREAMED about writing )