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Hidden Talents

Hidden Talents
I’ve joined the monthly link-up series hosted by Victoria McGinley and Meg Biram of Shop the B Bar. Linkups are a great way to get to know people outside their traditional writing routine, so I’m using this as an opportunity to introduce myself with this week’s question:

What are your hidden talents?

Listing talents—even fun, hidden ones, or proven, hard-earned ones—feels somewhat uncomfortable. It’s like selling yourself in an interview: saying “I’m proficient, and you should listen to me” demands a certain buttressing of the backbone, some cementing of your confidence. Self-assured as I am in many respects, I always pause before laying claim to my competencies.

Still, I love a challenge, and truth be told, I adore an excuse to humble-brag.

My secret talent, since back when I was a wee clown of a tot, is eyebrow-wiggling. The Cadbury commercial featuring children doing a brow jig is a solid approximation of the low-brow comedy I’ve performed for years.

Honestly, this talent is on par with being double-jointed: I haven’t had to work at it. My face likely stumbled into it mid-twitch. But it’s come in handy a few times in my life. When someone’s sad, a quick wiggle is sometimes enough to get them laughing again. I haven’t won talent shows, but I like to envision using it as an icebreaker at a party one day. It’s a talent for putting myself and my freak-ish ability out there, for the world to enjoy or back away slowly.

The talent that’s actually been useful in work and school is the ability to write. I’m no J.D. Salinger, and I won’t be writing the Great Canadian novel any time soon. I’m constantly striving to emulate the talent of those I admire; but that self-deprecation emerges from my passion for quality writing, and the fact that I know, once in a while, I write something that’s damn good.

My childhood is a blur of books. Hours spent reading, until my mom would trudge to my room and tell me to sleep, or even later, until my dad would get up for work in the early hours of the morning. I had no self-control. Books were my chocolate, rich with devastatingly well-written sentences that I’d read several times over to truly appreciate.

I don’t write well strictly because of this indulgence, but I like to think my passion for the written word melded nicely with years writing and editing at The Other Press newspaper. Critically looking at other people’s writing has made me better at editing my own. Being surrounded by the talents of others has made me excited to work on my own craft. I will always be developing my voice, but constructing a meaningful sentence—maybe even one that others read a few times over to truly appreciate—is a beautiful feeling.

 

All of the bloggers who participated in the blog linkup:

Alyssa J Freitas
Annie Reeves
The Not Quite Adult
Equal Parts of a Whole
Life Modifier
soak and simmer
Carrie Loves
Otherworldly
Emilie Lima Burke
Knowing Kelly
Something Good
PreppyPanache
Cassandra Monroe
Ember & March
Rossetto
Feathers and Stripes
Leigh Clair
Southern Soul
All The Pretty Stars
Perfect Enough For Us
Mrs. on the Move
The Toppy Top
Mint Julep Girl
A Minimalist Blog
Beauty and the Pitch
Meg Biram

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