Inner Editor in Captivity

Her fingers work at the knots of the rope I bound around her wrists, but soon she relents. She sits ideally in the back, knowing I’ll let her loose…just not yet.

We both know I need her, but her constant presence is counter productive for me…we both know that as well. So as frustrated as she is with her imprisonment, her rebellion isn’t as strong.

She is my inner editor. And as much as she’s cringing at this post (and the last one as well), we both know her anxiety will prevent me from writing any posts at all. Thus, I had to tackle her, binding her hands that contain the metaphorical red pen.

The red pen bleeds lines throughout my brain, spreading down into my hands which prevent me from typing words out. Crimson red seeping out of my sentences as if people were ripping them apart, picking at it’s imperfections until there was nothing but a bloody literary corpse. The people my inner editor constantly worries about, people who are imaginary.  This is why she must be kept as a captive.

I’m a wild writer, unrestrained by my inner editor. This is currently the only way I’ll be able to compose any posts at all. You have now been warned of my broken ties with the conventions of writing.

Mu ha ha!


6 Comments Add yours

  1. Stephanie says:

    Bring it! Let’s see the wild, unrestrained words that flow out of your creative place.
    I’m excited to see what you’ll show us now that your editor can’t stop you from flying free!

  2. Shonda says:

    More!!!! More, I beg thee!!

    1. Britt Nunes says:

      Hehehe…you’re too cute!

  3. Stephanie says:

    Haven’t had an update for a bit. I’m sure it’s just because you’re busy. But I hope everything’s going well! Reach out if you need to. There’s always someone there to reach back.

    1. Britt Nunes says:

      Yes, life is still crazy. Sorry for the silence, I’m just trying not to put too much pressure on myself to blog. Thank you for your concern though 😀

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