Make no mistake: the Censor is out to get you. It’s a cunning foe. Every time you get smarter, so does it. So you wrote one good play? The Censor tells you that’s all there is. So you drew your first sketch? The Censor says, “It’s not Picasso.” Think of your Censor as a cartoon serpent, slithering around your creative Eden, hissing vile things to keep you off guard.
