My friend Phi: When you write, silence your inner critic. You know, that little man on your shoulder?
Me: Little man? Girl, my inner critic is 90 years old and morbidly obese.
So what does yours look like? Share share.
My friend Phi: When you write, silence your inner critic. You know, that little man on your shoulder?
Me: Little man? Girl, my inner critic is 90 years old and morbidly obese.
So what does yours look like? Share share.
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my ma drowned my inner critic… am i an espirit-libre?
let me call my ma and find out
Mine’s 25, tall and lounges on a sun-deck by the beach, in a pair of comfortably worn-out shorts.
Mine is a drunk Marine dressed for Holloween as a ogre wearing a bright orange tutu, neon green leggings with a bozo wig. Doing a happy dance around a keg of some sort of spirits.
Hahaha…. what’s the state of your shoulder then? 😉
I like this secondary thread that’s been started in the comments… how one’s inner critic looks like… start a tag maybe? 😀
maidinmalaysia: And you didn’t resurrect him/her? That’s commendable!
roxana: One chilled critic, have to say. Does he work at all? 🙂
fireballdet5: Love that description!
alice: Permanently sprained. 😉 What does yours look like?
Hmm.. never picturised that one. but here goes.. wears an oversized pair of sunglasses, hops from shoulder to shoulder, and has a strident voice.
alice: Basically, a bouncing bundle of boom. Interesting. 🙂
Hahah.. I love thw way you’ve put that. See, you’ve even presented my inner critic better than I could 😀
alice: Oh come, girl. Your inner critic is yours alone and you know him best. By the way, isn’t it interesting that everyone has had a male critic so far? And then we say women are critical. 😉
OJ: Hmmmm… get some guys to comment on this space. Who knows, maybe all the lady critics are flitting near those shoulders 😉
alice: Yeah, that’s all there’s left for me to do now: shepherd men to this site against their better judgment. 😆
My *It* ages no time
All it wants is rhyme
If it doesn’t feel right
It goes blank out of sight
It MUST fall in place in any metier or clime!
My inner critic is boring and strict and is very very school marmish:(
I think I need to bop her out of existence now!
Aunty G: My, my, what a discerning It
Fusses not the slightest bit
Clear as day
Wants its own way
And carries a bagful of wit!
dipali55: 😆 I can hear her squeal all the way in California!
My inner critic is this prissy Parsi princess with perfect braids and a Mama Parsi Girls school uniform and she sits on my shoulder scoffing every third sentence I write with a look in here eye that says, that’s cute that you think that but you’re WRONG.
Phi: She wouldn’t even attend the same school as you? 😯 The stuffy little snob!