My research holds up under any scrutiny. Why has no one read it?

Picture the moment the review comes back. No errors found. The paper is accepted, cited by three people—your advisor, a former student, and someone who cites everyone. You call this success because the alternative is too uncomfortable to name. Here is the honest accounting. You controlled the method, the data, the argument—and you controlled it well. You did not control who reads it. But you also never tried to. You wrote for people who already think as you do, then called the silence from everyone else a mystery. This is not a talent problem. You already have the mind for this. It is a choice you have not made: to spend as much effort making the work findable as you spent making it correct.