Growing, growing, always growing. I post these things so that I remember. I hope they help you, my dear readers, too.
As I've said before, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
No truly. When I began this creative journey, I didn't react well to criticism of my writing - good or bad - it made no difference. I didn't react well. I've been getting better, to the point where I can listen and do something about the changes, hints, things that folk offer.
Tonight - drum roll please - I went to a party for a bunch of writers from different groups that I belong to. One man came up and said how very much he liked my newest book, but there was one thing that had him flummoxed. I didn't even flinch. I said, with a ton of heart-felt enthusiasm, "Tell me!" I really wanted to know because I want to make the book the best ever. What he described made perfect sense. And a very easy fix. Though his wife, bless her, said she understood exactly what I was saying. *g*
I think all this growth, by leaps and bounds, is because I am become more secure in my writing. I don't think, if I was the least bit concerned, that I could accept these comments.
It was an awesome party. Lots of creative juices flowing, along with wine. The hostess wrote an educational book on the wine industry in the area where I live, so there was wine. And good fellowship and lots of laughter. A bunch of us stood/sat in a corner and gleaned lots of hints about writing from each other. In the groups, we don't get to do that. Too busy critiquing. This was fun and productive and helpful.
Here's a link to her blog. http://claudiatallermusings.blogspot.com/
I've got an idea for editing that I'll talk about tomorrow. I think it will help.
Life is ideas.