Picture me sitting on the sofa/bed in my creative cave, my pencils are all around me and I am doodling like mad.
Ego mutters, “that really sucks, it isn’t art, remember what your teacher told you at school. You suck at art and-“I stick out my tongue, and continue doodling.
Ego yells, “Stop it!”
I blow a raspberry and grab some red for good measure.
Ego, quite evilly, “You will fail and fail miserably. No one will love this work so just stop it already!”
I whistle along with the radio, moving to green.
Ego, spluttering, “but! but! I have the power over you, just like your teacher had when you were a little girl!”
I laugh and move on to the blue.