I admit it. It’s hard to accept criticism. Oh, you think that’s obvious? Not to me.
I’ve always been good at accepting constructive criticism - at work - at home. Okay, maybe not so much with from my husband, but I try to take something away from the input from everyone else. I pride myself on not having much ego.
Except, apparently, with my writing.
I’m not saying that I argue a lot with my crit group members over their suggestions. Ninety percent of the time I can see that their way is better, and I adopt it with gratitude. For example, on my last book, they changed where the book began about 7 times before they were happy with it. You know what? They were right.
Then there was last night. I’ve been buzzing through this book, proud of the fact that I’m writing clean, emotional chapters, and my crit group seems to like it. I’m happy. No, I’m ecstatic. But last night, I ran into a wall.
We worked on a new concept Fae learned, called “Conflict Lock.” It is wonderful tool, but I’d challenge anyone to be objective enough to do it for their own WIP. Fae and Jenny were helping me find my Protag and Antag’s one goal for the book, and their conflicts. Not easy. We didn’t agree on what they were at first, and it felt like they were attempting to take the book in directions I didn’t want to go. Did they not get it after all this time? Hadn’t they read the chapters I’d worked so hard on?
It was like Chinese water torture . . . the first thousand drops or so are fine, but after that, it gets irritating. Finally we finished. I’m bruised, but happy that I have that done, and happy with the results.
Then they started talking about another aspect of the book that they felt I should delve into. I didn’t want to. Nope, dang it, not going there! Why? Cuz I don’t WANNA! I did everything but throw myself on the floor, kicking and holding my breath.
Did I say I was good at criticism? Small ego? Yeah, right.