writer problems and heat

I'm so bad at talking about my own writing. It's a serious problem, guys. As an introvert, I really don't like having people's attention focused on me [contrary to what my having a blog might suggest], so explaining my writing and story ideas is really uncomfortable because there's no way to deflect the listener's attention as everything they're hearing is something I've made up so the information has to come from me. I'm also notoriously bad at summarizing things in a concise fashion. The two combined results in me responding to any inquiries with "do you have half an hour for me to explain this to you, but please don't look at me while I do?"

I've always been an easily embarrassed person, but there's something specific about writing that makes me feel like people will see my ideas and decision to write at all as something childish and silly. I have yet to come across someone rude enough to express that opinion to my face. but the paranoia is still there, especially at an age where I'm trying to establish my credibility as An Adult in a world that, generally, views creative fields as less legitimate uses of time than more traditional careers/pastimes. I suppose that's something that thicker skin is for. In the meantime, there might be pre-prepared summary cue-cards in my future as I suspect that my on-the-fly descriptions are more confusing that anything, haha.

In the last week the temperature around here has jacked up from the mid-70s to the mid-80s to low-90s and I am dying. How does the weather go from pretty comfortable to p;ease let me die so fast? And it's only a difference of like 10 degrees! I have quickly come to the conclusion that I do not currently own enough skirts and loose, flow-y tops to survive this summer. Sometimes I really wish it wouldn't be seen as weird for me to find my coolest outfit and just wear that every day to work. My life would be so much easier.