Oct 5, 2021
8 min read
Own Worst Critic
My inner critic sports a beret and a man-bun.
Brad Foster © 2021
The moment I begin writing, he’s there.
Delimont Vandenburl is decked out in his tweed jacket and signature beret, resplendent a man-bun that screams arrogance. He bends his tall frame to watch me type at the computer. He takes one look at what I’ve written and scoffs.
