
Picture this: it’s a bright July morning, and you have the day to yourself. Your perfect writing spot is waiting for pages to be filled. It’s your time. But instead of enjoying this fact, you hear a little monster tell you that you ‘should’ get to the desk, hear him growl at you over your morning coffee; chiding you for taking so long, that you ‘should’ get going; that you are wasting precious writing time. He hurries you to your desk, berating the laptop for taking its time to load up and then when the cursor is flashing, your mind…















