I went to a writer's club critique session a few days ago. I took this story with me for critique. I should have taken a lead shield, a junk yard dog, and some poison-tipped darts. I made the foolish mistake of going defenseless. Eventually, the EMT, with sirens blaring, arrived just in time to drag me out in one piece. I did not know that those normally sweet ladies could be so brutal. Maybe older women in the military would be a good idea.
Well, it brought me back down to earth about writing fiction. And oh, how I love to write! Let me count the ways.
- Re-writing.
- Editors, aged 30 and under.
- Rejection slips.
- Creative rejection slips.
- Re-writing.
- Critique groups.
- Postage.
- More Postage.
- Re-writing.
- Empty mail boxes. . .
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