Not writing. Sharing what you've written. I wrote a book last year, and I love it, personally. But I have never shared it or even told anyone about it. Until a few weeks ago, when I started attending a writer's workshop. We had to share our story idea. To actually talk about it to perfect strangers! It was so weird and sort of scary to speak about it out loud. Then, just this week, I told my husband about it. He had no idea that I had written anything. I just blurted it all out, and of course he asked to read it. To read these thoughts, that have only existed in my mind and then in tattered notebooks I have scrawled them into... It is such a deeply personal thing, like baring your soul, in a way. Something completely created by your own brain out there, to be judged by everyone.