“I cannot agree with those who rank modesty among the virtues. To the logician all things should be seen exactly as they are, and to underestimate one’s self is as much a departure from truth as to exaggerate one’s own powers.” ~Sherlock Holmes, The Greek Interpreter
So, I just realized that I have spent the last several hours mentally cataloguing all of my shortcomings and personal pitfalls, so I’m going to spend a bit of time tooting my own horn. I don’t need to focus on the negative.
I’m a good writer. Yes, I think I can say that objectively. I have a firm grasp of the mechanics of the English language, my syntax and punctuation are usually close to flawless, and I refuse to publish anything less than a well-turned sentence, either in print or on the internet. Yes, I’m good at this. I think that if I had hurried up and gotten a move on earlier, I might have a moderate amount of success at this point. Unfortunately, self-confidence is not among my virtues.
I’m creative. I spend a damn lot of time fleshing out my characters, and people relate to them. I’m not sure why; I mean, some of them are complete asshats – the characters, I mean. I suppose they’re realistic asshats, though. Others are my babies, and it kills me to hurt them, but it has to be done. I put a lot of effort into the people I create, and more live in my head than will ever be put on paper.
And damnit, I’m a fair artist. Not exceptional, not even good, really, but I can sketch up my characters and get the point across.
I’m smart, too. I like acquiring knowledge, and I’ve acquired quite a bit of it. I like sharing that knowledge. If I can distribute facts through a vehicle of fiction, all the better. I love the research phase of writing, and I love classes, and I love university libraries. I learned to read and talk simultaneously, and I’ve consumed more books already than many people do in their entire lives. I’m conversant in quite a lot of subjects – from anthropology, in which I took my degree; to pedagogy, in which I’m working on another; to Sherlockiana and biblical archaeology and the chronology of Star Trek and Polish history.
I’ve got skills. I knit things, and I’m a black diamond skier, and I play the viola (sometimes, and not well, but I do play!), and I can make kickass pasta sauce and eggdrop soup and pierogi, and I can hit a bullseye at two hundred yards with any firearm that’s legal in the United States. I’ve got a green belt in Shotokan, and elementary grades in Israeli Krav Maga and Keysi Fighting Method. I can name every bone in the human body and translate Classical and Ecclesiastical Latin.
Damn, I’m awesome.
Yes, this is a bragging post. I am bragging. I am full of myself. After feeling like crap for most of the day, that’s a good thing. I feel better now.
Bloggers, I challenge you to write your own self assessment. If you’re feeling like crap, convince yourself that you’re damn awesome. Go. I will praise you.