By JL Courtney
I can’t get anything done with him hanging around. He’s hateful.
“No one’s going to read your garbage.”
“Hush. Writing is hard enough without comments from the peanut gallery.”
“You used an adverb.”
I keep typing.
“You know what an adverb is, right?”
“Stop it.”
I shut my laptop and start in on the dishes—writing a scene in my head while I scrub.
“Those –ly words. Literary fail.”
Great, I’m sniffling.
“Genre fic isn’t real writing.”
“You know what? I don’t need you in my life.”
It took half a bottle of Jäger, but I finally silenced my inner critic.
Awesome Jenny! Tell that dude to get the heck outta here!!! And yes, I used multiple exclamation marks just to piss him off …
What does he know? He should applaud your enthusiasm. Here, have a shot on the house.
Perfect! I totally had my husband in my head reading it – great ending.
Thanks so much!
Hahaha. Finish the bottle. Dude always comes back. Great piece.
indeed!
That inner critic… I just can’t quit him.
nice, liked it, thanks
Thank you so much! It was a great deal of fun to write.
Okay, you did it. I was waiting to find out that the “critic” was someone else–and it turned out to be the narrator. A wonderful, wonderful twist ending. As a writer, I often do the same myself–so I should have seen this one coming! Great job!.
Thanks Bobby. Your words are always encouraging.
Loved it!
Thank you!
half bottle of jager brings back bad memories – memories of another title in today’s selections – brought a smile just the same 🙂
A half bottle of Jager… also known as time travel juice.
Great one birchie!
Thanks birch!
Really well written. We can obviously all identify. A pleasure to read.
Thank you!
I think I would be lying if I said all of us never has one of these inner scrambling Devils inside trying to get us away from our work. Nice
Thank you!