That which governs the dance

My stream of consciousness, as it were, was dammed by the other side of the brain:

“What are you writing?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“What does it mean?”

“What madness will people think overcame you?”

All these questions until the madness was crowded out.

The Self-Editor or the Self-Censor, call it what I may — the governor (I love what that word means, it explains everything), Pressfield’s Resistance, Godin’s Dip — Every creative seems to have this internal struggle. T...