While so stealthy as to avoid a listing in Wikipedia, the assassin-self nevertheless runs wild when creatives are present. The ratio is sometimes as great as 1:1.
For those who have had an assassin-self appear by their desk, or, worse, in public, with sour looks of pity and greasy sussurations of “not good enough,” and “shouldn’t even try,” a friend of mine* proposed the following regimen of care and feeding.
- Swift curb kicks and regular repetition of “this doth not suck.”
- Earplugs (for you)
- Continuing to write.
What are your methods for dealing with the assassin-self?
*with many thanks, as always