There is a demon who lurks in the dark dusty corners of my consciousness. He looks and sounds like my father. This is what he says.
‘You will never amount to anything.’
‘You have no right to think that you can write a novel.’
‘Art is a waste of time unless it earns money.’
‘Be secure. Don’t take risks. Worry about the future.’
‘It is your duty to be unhappy.’
It’s time he was gone.
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