For the first time I was able to talk about my latest project with a live human instead of the blog.
It was very cool.
Just describing the characters and who they are and what they do and what they will do was a great way to actually 'see' them off the paper.
They became more than just stick figures.
It gave me a good sounding board. Little did I know how much I talk to myself since there is no one else to talk to about my writing.
There is a part of me that wishes I was more social. That I would want to go to book discussions and workshops and conventions. That I would be able to hold meaningful conversations with other adults and be able to provide information about my writing in a clear, concise way to those who might be interested.
I'm pretty sure the only way I could do any of that is with liquid courage and that's just not an option either.
Another part of me says, well, that is what the internet is for. I can do all that w/o leaving my house and not have to face people and talk to them.
I can remember a time when I liked talking to people. Well, not strangers. I was never good at that. But co-workers and people I volunteer with.
Hopefully all of that will change when I am able to go back to work. I really am hoping for a good job with some good people that will help me with my confidence again.
I used to be important, and I'd like to be important again.