What the sharknado just happened?
I was sitting here, polishing off the last of my lunchtime Diet Coke, writing the last three hundred words of my session for today, when all of a sudden I run, full on, into a wall. 589 more words
It’s a widely-held aphorism amongst creative types that we tend to be our own worst critics. This is doubly true.
In the first sense, we are our own worst critics in that I am certainly not aware of anybody out there who judges my own work more harshly than I do myself. 596 more words