My writing self has two sides.
Audrey the Author wants to chase butterflies, scale cliffs, climb trees, splash in the rivers, and lie on her stomach for hours watching the bugs crawl through the grass. She wants to explore dark forests and treacherous caves, fight dragons, outwit demons, sail straight into the fiercest storm, and take on everything in this whole wide world all at once.
Behind her follows Edna the Editor, very cross and worried. She means well. "Stay out of the water, dear, you'll get your socks muddy." "You've never even been on a space-ship, dear, how can you possibly write a story about one?" "GET OUT OF THAT TREE, YOU'LL BREAK YOUR NECK!!!"
Edna is very good at what she does. I do like to have her over my shoulder when I'm revising. She knows all the rules, she doesn't miss a thing. But the trouble is, she wants to hang around while I'm drafting new material.
"That was a terrible sentence, dear. Don't use passive voice. Watch the adverbs. Oh, my, my, my! You're telling and not showing."
The problem gets worse if I've been critiquing other writers' work:
"You told Jodi just yesterday that her prose was too wordy, and now look what you've done in this paragraph! Let's not be a hypocrite, dear."
Audrey the Author, unable to get out a single word without Edna the Editor passing judgment, goes off to sulk in her room. And I'm left with no inspiration.
I must learn to send Edna off to do the shopping while Audrey and I sneak off to the woods to play.
What do you do to escape the internal editor?