Profoundly behind

So I'm obviously profoundly behind on my blog posts. I've thought about posting to the blog literally every single day since my last post and still have managed to avoid posting once. As I was driving back from Colorado today, I was thinking about why on earth it is so hard for me to write blog posts. Frankly, I hate talking about myself. If somebody asks me a question about myself, I'm very happy to give a better-than-adequate answer, but I won't really elaborate and exploit the hidden parts of my own life. You'll probably notice that every post up to this point was all posted on a single day. I seriously hate posting things about myself. I don't feel like my opinions on anything are worth people reading about them and I don't feel like anybody will be reading these. Shayne, if you read this, prove me wrong and write me a comment. In spite of the fact that I haven't been posting regularly though, I have been writing regularly. I try to spend a certain amount of time every week working on a screenplay of some sort. I have a few I just finished up and a few more in the works. I'm trying to get a feature-length film written pretty soon here, but I need a creative partner to collaborate with. But I cannot for the life of me find the motivation to write about myself. I just don't feel like the things I do merit writing about! In a society that's plagued with narcissism, I have such a difficult time making myself do this. I totally understand that there are a lot of desirable things that come from doing an assignment like this. More coherent writing, the ability and desire to write regularly and a grip on social media are just a few of the benefits. But I still. Hate. Writing about me. I don't remember who said this, so I'm just going to take the credit. So I once said "There are two types of people. Those who write history, and those who make it." I'm not saying I'm going to make history. But I am saying that I'm trying!