1. It’s funny and infuriating to me that I am a writer - in some people’s opinions, a good one - and most of the time I honestly feel like I have nothing of value to say. So I don't write longform posts of anything. I keep feeling like I should. Or I actually feel like I want to, and then I ... don't. I talk myself out of it so quickly and efficiently. I tell myself that I should write that my latest book has made it to final ballots of an award (Nebula, Aurora, Ignyte, Locus, Hugo) or that the book actually won (Nebula) or that I'm going to be somewhere people might want to attend (West Vancouver Memorial Library, August 3rd, or Surrey International Writer's Conference, Oct 20-22) or something awesome that I cooked, what I'm knitting, or that time I was on Ketamine and I was deep teal blue--the color, yes I was a color and it was an ego death experience--
Success and people's expectations must surely get complicated. I would be hiding!