For the last few months, the beta copies of my previous WIP have been sitting in box on my bookshelf. I was excited to get the critiques, but one was bad, so bad the beta reader decided to write a four page, single-spaced essay on how much she hated it. At least she didn't hold anything back. And she mostly hated the characters, not the writing, so I guess it could be worse.
Today I found the courage to bust out the marked up copies and begin making the final changes. (I'm going to reward myself with something awesome and probably alcoholic for attempting this today.)
I should save this post for next Wednesday's Insecure Writer's Support Group, but I'm sure I'll have more insecurities next week - or maybe I will have overcome this one by then, who knows.
I signed up for a writing group over the summer. The women in the class (it's only women) break into small groups and read a set number of minutes of their own writing. The other people in the small group listen and give a limited number of minutes of feedback at the end. The writer gets to limit the feedback to what they need - not always craft.
I took the class with the intent to get feedback on this WIP (the one that prompted a four page rant) from people I don't know, people who presumably have no agenda.
The reading of the first chapter left me elated. The reading of the second chapter made me feel good - I could see what I needed to change before anyone gave the feedback. Awesome. The next two classes made me feel like maybe I sucked as a writer.
Two classes are left in the term - I really want to skip them and just stay home (but I already missed two). As I write this, I realize it's the fear and dread of going to class that motivated me to edit the story today, not courage. Maybe I'll take that drink now.
Once again, my apologies for being MIA - we did more college trips this past week.