Micro-memoir, in public #4

Rough expressive pen drawing of the artist with hand to his chin, looking down, and handwritten text, 'So tiring making videos, sheesh'.

Yesterday I realised that I hate making videos. I know how, can even do quite complicated, fiddly things. And I don’t mind the challenge of talking off the top of my head (quite like that, actually). I love talking with actual people.

But talking to camera on my own, then having to look again and again at my face as I watch replays, add captions, write text overlays etc is… ugh.

I don’t mean that I hate myself, as you might just possibly wonder, what with the book I just published.

I just don’t want to see myself talking. Millions of years of evolution have not prepared me for that. Nor do I want to get used to it.

Give me a live audience, and (depending on my task) I’m all yours. But video, to be seen by anybody anywhere at any time, wrenched out of context…? Nope.

I decided to stop the series of videos I was making.

I’ll transmit my ideas some other way.

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