My inner critic who had begun piping up about how hopeless I was and how I didn't know to write.
Mary GardenI was a new devotee of Eastern mysticism and even though I did not join that particular group, I could well have done. They seemed a bit extreme but I regarded myself as not quite ready.
Mary GardenReading Stephen King's book, On Writing, was like being cornered and forced to have a long, drawn out mental enema.
Mary Garden