I love to look around at other art blogs. They're often beautiful, often inspiring... but they also amp up the old inner critic at times.
My i.c. is so good at what it does. It's flexible. Sometimes it calls me names. Other times it just snickers quietly... I think the worst might be the times when it gets all syrupy and patronizing with me...
I've been fighting back lately, and with some flexibility as well... but some days are more difficult than others.
It is there when I try to write as well, waving television in my face and reminding me that I have to work very early in the morning.
Writing about it helps.
New journal page soon.