Last month I received feedback on my WIP. The “can’t-wait-to-read-more” and the “you must make time to write every day” after the wise and thoughtful comments were the best part. I have a wonderful writing and critique group who are great writers and tough reviewers. I really like them. I’ve developed an appreciation for critiques and my hide is thicker. Slings and arrow bounce off, not wounding me, much…
There are always the “my opinion is more important than yours, therefore, I will talk all the time” people while we review each others work. Watch my eyes glaze over while they talk. Actually, we treat each other with respect, afterall, we Canadians are notoriously polite, most of the time. It is disturbing to see the lack of manners or regard for others emerging. Sad.
Yesterday, I spent five hours at the Vancouver Public Library. What a great place to write, away from the home office to work on my WIP. I re-worked some dialogue and moved onto the next few scenes putting my characters in peril, the “bad things happen” moments. I’m playing in the writing sandbox, again. Love. It. It was a very good day.
So. Beautiful. Oh, Lord, this world has some pretty spots.
Now, if we could just get the politicians to cooperate, things could get done!