It’s strange, isn’t it, that of all solitary pursuits, writing words seems singled out for such questioning. You have certainty hit on something there, Thomas. Ça m’a fait beaucoup réfléchir.

I wonder if the intimate nature of some writing comes under more scrutiny. Certainly I feel far more awkward explaining I’m busy writing a poem so can’t out for a drink than that I’m busy writing a pop-science article. To me, those passions are equal. Not so, it seems for others. The latter is accepted, maybe with a shrug bit accepted.

Likewise, is I say I am busy writing music this weekend it is seen as more serious than writing 800 words of a personal development story. But why?

Do you find these sorts of subtle differences?