There's not enough room on a blog post to delve into all the ways in which some children evolve to become just that, nor would we presume to understand such pathologies. What we do understand—and know too well—is the voice of the inner critic, that tyrant who occasionally emerges from his dark lair to peer over the shoulder of every writer who has ever dared to dream that his work might be good enough to share with the world.
Whether your dark tyrant comes from some place deep inside you, or elsewhere in the so-called real world, we hope you find solace and strength in these powerful words:
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” --Theodore Roosevelt