Jul 10, 2015 11:28
I drank a delicious black IPA last night.
I had such low expectations for the screenwriting class I signed up for in June. I had no clue when I showed up that it would turn into the critique group I was looking for.
I met with a publisher/small press owner in April, just looking for advice, and that was the advice I got - find a critique group. Scary. I'm very, very, VERY slowly starting to embrace the painful but ridiculously useful practice of letting people read what I've written, even if it's not done, even if I don't feel good about it. And I'm learning to deal with that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach when someone points out something I've done badly. In fact, I'm starting to trust that feeling, because then I know it's worth the effort of rewriting the section to make it better.
I was also scared of the big empty that sometimes occupies my brain and sucks all the life and words out. But that hasn't been a problem so far. Even if I'm not feeling particularly inspired, I keep working at it. Sometimes just being around the group makes me feel like writing.
writing