Sometimes the inner critic is right, but that doesn't mean I have to listen to her.
I write compulsively when I have time and space. And I am currently making said time and space. It’s my self care.
Keys tapping or the gentle pen scratch sooths my heart and mind. Writing is medicine, and while life sometimes gets in the way, I never talk myself out of the act of writing and flow—the creative stream weaves its way around any block … eventually.
But I have, and continue to, talk myself out of talking about my writing or representing myself as a writer. I have a mean case of promotion block. I just don’t do it wholeheartedly.
How to get over this?
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