May 12, 2012 01:22
...Fuck me.
My father just read half of one of my novels and told me it was fundamentally flawed.
Neurons were afflicted with chronic sadlyfoxears and I felt stabbingly ill with disappointment.
My father then explained the flaw which turned out not to be a flaw at all but an issue I was very well aware of and one that's easy to fix. (I tried not to feel too relieved and instead wondered what the next piece of critique would be as that was obviously only a starting salvo...)
Then my father told me that it was extremely well written - and meant it.
From a very astute, experienced, widely read man who has made a living for 55+ years out of writing and who isn't a fan of historical fantasy and doesn't cut his offspring any slack in the merit department.... that's gloriously high praise.
Well, I think it is anyway.
Gleeeee!
preacher morrow