Busy, Doing Nothing

Man alive, I’ve been busy in a not so productive way. I’ve been doing a lot of editing, I realize, only I didn’t actually know how much work I’d been doing, because the fact is, when you sit in front of a computer all day, no matter how much work you actually get done, you feel like absolute crap.

And that’s been me for the past week or so.

I brought in the first chapter of my novel to work for all of my coworkers to read, and thus far the responses have been good. They want to read more, and so I’ve decided to bring in a new chapter every Thursday, as a nod to the old serial novels that used to be printed in magazines.

However, I do miss hearing some real critique. I miss having people tell me something other than, “I thought it was really good.” This is why I miss that creative writing class I took. People weren’t afraid to tell you what was shit in your story. At least, the committed ones weren’t. And, on a more positive side, they told you what was good about your story, and why it worked.

I don’t know. It’s not that I can complain about people telling me that they like my work, or that I’m a good writer; I just miss being pushed, being judged a bit.

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