The Writer’s Way

Thoughts race aroundAnd swirl. Nearby,The Inner CriticLurks at the readyTo sow seeds ofSelf-doubt. NeverResting, ever readyTo stymie theFlow of words.‘But what if you fail?’Says the InnerCritic, stirringFamiliar feelingsOf fear and doubt. Done and dustedIs the InnerCritic’s job whenThe creative flowSlows to a full stop. But despair morphsInto delight whenListening to theInner Child whisper:‘Want to play?’…

Writer’s Way

Thoughts race around And around and swirl. Nearby, the Inner Critic Lurks. Forever at the Ready to sow seeds of Self-doubt. Never resting, Ever ready to stymie the Creative flow of words. ‘But what if you fail?’ whispers the Inner Critic, Stirring familiar feelings Of uncertainty and doubt. The Inner Critic’s job is Done when…