There is no right time. You will be critiqued, by yourself or others, regardless of what you do. There will perpetually be a condescending voice which gives you a noncommittal ‘mm’ to your excitement about something. And you, my sweet, sweet darling, will always want to scream at the originator of that voice.
Even when that voice is your own. Even when you feel the poison hit your ears like so much cyanide in your veins. Even when it's only a little bit softer than the day before. You will want to scream. And scream. And scream. Until you can't hear the voice anymore. Scream with your creativity and your passion.
