Seriously -- the inner critic being too sleepy is a =good= thing for me. In my long years of learning to write (and the jury's still out as to whether I have) I came to the realization that the fluffy Muse who bounds through the literary fields, strewing flowers and singing off-key is much better off if the Inner Editrix stays far far away -- better she comes in later with her push broom and her put-upon sighs and tidies up all the excess 'creativity.'