First, it's important to know two things; I am a terrible writer. Horrible. If I were a teacher and a high school student turned in one of my articles as an assignment, I wouldn't even give him a C for effort. Better yet, I am even worse as an amatuer musician. I have the rhythym of a coma patient, slow moving and yet spastic fingers and a voice that could peel paint.
Why do I say this? Well, I have always desired to have some sort of talent or ability like writing or playing an instrument. Given my noticeable lake of appreciable talent or skill, I coped by developing friendships with writers, artists and musicians. I figured the cool would seep into me via osmosis.
*NOTE: It didn't work*
But over the course of my life, I have spent a lot of time with these artisans and I have found that with a few notable exceptions, so many of these folks have enormous egos. Not just big but the kind of egos you would want to tether down in a strong wind.
My question to you all is this; in your experience, who has the bigger ego; musicians, writers or artists?
I do want to point out that there have been a few very talented folks who have always been exceptionally gracious and supportive of all of my attempts. As a matter of fact, my closest and longest held friendship is with a writer and musician of tremendous talent. He has always been very kind and encouraging. But he is an exception, not the rule.
So what do you think?