Writers, by nature, are sensitive/ sensible people. Actually, we are probably more sensitive than sensible some days. At least I am. I consider myself a pretty confident woman. I can handle most situations with grace. (I am chuckling as I wrote that last sentence!) I am overall pretty “got it together” kind of gal. (more chuckling here!) That is why I was so shocked at my recent response to a critique.
I’d asked for the critique in hopes of improving my writing skills. So what did I expect roses and accolades? Actually, maybe yes. But that is not what a critique is.
More interestingly was the effect it had on me. Read the above chapter where I tell you how together I am. I believe I used the word grace, as well. It seems I was none of the above for the past two weeks after the remark. Ridiculous!
I actually respect this person’s style of writing. I want to improve my skills. Why the big hull-a-ballo about hiding out from my keyboard for two weeks? Alright maybe almost three weeks, since I’m baring my soul here.
I’m not delusional enough to believe I am the best writer in the world. I only know this because the New York Times has not called me about being on their top ten list. I’ve waited, but alas, no call.
I know what happened, to be honest. The remarks, which were not bad, went into my ears and then got twisted on their way to my heart. “You are a great storyteller, Anne. You need to improve your craft. Make your stories more universal themes so people can relate.” There it is! That’s what sent me spinning. Ridiculous, right?
And so it seems I am more sensitive than sensible. Three weeks ago I was really sensitive. Today I am more sensible.
I told you I had it all together!