I'm ridiculously bad at talking about myself. I am. Always have been. I'm much better at sculpting a conversation... turning it into an interesting discussion on philosophy, religion, art, or science.
I am also good at making people talk about themselves. I'm a good listener. I keep secrets. I give brutally honest advice.
But about me? I feel like there's not much to say. I'm just... me. I do my things.
Was talking to an old friend yesterday who happens to be a writer. They asked me about my writing. Cue my scrabbling to find the right words to explain just the gist.
I look like I'm in pain when I'm trying to explain what I do and quickly manage to shift the conversation to another topic.
Phew.
Am I embarrassed by what I write? Not at all. I think it's great. I just don't have the language to talk about it.
Writing is an intensely personal thing, more so than painting ever was... and I need to learn to write about writing.
