Don’t ya just hate those days when you spend aeons pondering the blog smoldering over witty pearls and perking over pretty ideas. Fingers poised only to hear that other voice, crusty negative voice, scream obscenities proclaiming all your ideas null and void fit only for the knackers yard.
Creative brakes applied one slides, crushed, to the floor and snores quietly in the corner until nasty ol’ crusty has gone away.
Its so hard having dual personalities; both must be treated equally these days.