Word Weaves

rants, raves, and muses about the writing life and the road to publication

Critique Longing

I’m withering from lack of critique group contact.  I’ve missed a few meetings for one reason or another and have been making do with email feedback.  Maybe seasoned writers don’t have need of peer support, but I can’t imagine doing without.  Every other week, I travel to the Barnes and Noble bookstore where we hold our meetings, clutching my latest manuscript pages with anticipation.  I never fail to come away refreshed and eager to improve my writing.

Not only do I learn from peers’ comments on my writing, but I sharpen my skills by reading and commenting on the work of group members.  Often, I see ways to improve other manuscripts that I can easily apply to my own.  Mistakes stand out when you’re reading something you’re not emotionally attached to.

This month, I submited a query letter for critique.  I’m so grateful to have someone to pester about the submission process.   I feel like my work will appear much more professional because of the guidance I’ve recieved.  So, here’s to critique groups everywhere.  Long may you thrive!

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Doubt Muted

100_2431Last week, I sent in my first illustration submissions.  How hard was that?  It wasn’t too bad.  I just had to remember to turn off my emotions, once the illustrations were done and the publisher chosen.  Otherwise, the little voice in my head nitpicks every line in the drawings and that evil old curmudgeon, “Doubt” ,  denies they could ever be valuable to such an esteemed publication as SCBWI’s Bulletin. 

This week, my first query letter is being reviewed by my critique group.  I’ve written a three part story about our rescue dog, Ella and I hope to send it along with the query to Cricket magazine.  Doubt mumbles I’m aiming too high.  I refuse to have a conversation with this character until I hear from my writer friends.

It’s hard enough learning a new field and struggling to send your first attempts into the world, without the negative voices inside belittling your efforts.  But for this week, at least, I pushed the mute button.

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