COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS
I have a little devil on one shoulder these days, and a little angel on the other. The devil whispers in my ear and plays with my hair and strokes the back of my neck. He says, “Don’t bother tonight, don’t write. Just go to bed. You’re tired.” The angel reaches around and thumps him a good one. “Ow!” he exclaims, “Hey! That hurt!” She gives him a look and then pats me soothingly. “Don’t listen to him,” she says, “Go write. You’ll feel better.” Often I can’t decide who to listen to. Sometimes I listen to both and dither...