I talk to myself often, I always have. My daydreams are usually narrated. I don’t know if painters or sculptors are allowed to pontificate solo but for a writer it really is expected.
To find answers. That means much of my conversation with myself involves asking questions. Someone once suggested I record my thoughts with a voice recorder so I could write them down later. But that’s not what all of the talk is about. I am having conversations. I don’t know where they will turn, or who is leading. I am both sides but I can play against myself, and win or lose. Nothing gets worked out from a rant, only two sides of a conversation can bring about something new.
That new point, or epiphany, is not something I will forget.