I registered for a writing class today. It’ll start next month, but as I did it, I had to laugh.

I’ve spent the better part of the last few years trying to become a better writer and subjecting most of you to those trials through attempted longform here and in my newsletter. I had no compunction about putting my clumsy wordplay into your eyeballs. (If you’re actually reading, that is.)

But I look at my IG and I haven’t posted a single drawing-thing in months, because my identity (in my head) is SO tied into what I draw and a) I’ve been writing more and b) my drawings haven’t been worth posting, IMO.

Austin Kleon said that people care about the creative process, and want to see “the making of”, which makes sense, because in this AI world, there’s a vast gulf between what you can watch someone make versus what a computer can output with some keywords. The magic’s in the making!

But while you watch me stumble through the construction of cogent thought, and I happily drop 300-400 word essays onto your TL, I can’t bear to let you see what I’m drawing. Just funny why that is.