Read the final chapter last night at writer's group.
That's the second book I've read from beginning to end at the group over the last 30 years.
In effect, they thought the previous chapter should be the conclusion, and this one ought to go into another book.
They had quite a bit of criticism.
"So let me get this straight," I said. "You just want me to be deeper, more consistent, with a stronger plot and deeper characterization. Is that all?"
Somehow, my ego isn't affected by this. I'm not sure why. There are all kinds of confidence, and I seem to have the confidence that I can somehow, someway fix it all. My feeling is -- "Oh, you just wait, I'll make this a good book despite all ya." Which is unfair, since they've taken the time and effort to try to help.
In other words, I think I can accept the criticism and act on it. And have faith in the end goal.
But all thoughts of me being finished any time soon are gone. I figure I've got a lot of work to do.
That's the second book I've read from beginning to end at the group over the last 30 years.
In effect, they thought the previous chapter should be the conclusion, and this one ought to go into another book.
They had quite a bit of criticism.
"So let me get this straight," I said. "You just want me to be deeper, more consistent, with a stronger plot and deeper characterization. Is that all?"
Somehow, my ego isn't affected by this. I'm not sure why. There are all kinds of confidence, and I seem to have the confidence that I can somehow, someway fix it all. My feeling is -- "Oh, you just wait, I'll make this a good book despite all ya." Which is unfair, since they've taken the time and effort to try to help.
In other words, I think I can accept the criticism and act on it. And have faith in the end goal.
But all thoughts of me being finished any time soon are gone. I figure I've got a lot of work to do.