Reading. Writing. Simply being.
Does anyone know that feeling of nauseating nervousness, after you’ve just submitted a piece of work? You pass time reapplying deodorant and staring at the clock, just waiting to hear back before the 5 o’clock work day ends. When your phone dings and you finally have feedback–you just can’t open the message. But, knowing you will have to read the critique sooner or later, you fight time, take a deep breath, and read.
I hate this feeling, but constantly look for feedback. I’m new at this. I have lots to learn. Each word I receive in a critique is like gold–and even it brings tears, the critique should be studied, understood, and accepted.
One of the hardest things to do as a writer is to admit that you could have done a better job. I don’t have just one kind of reader, and because of this everyone’s thoughts should be considered. Even if it means getting a bad review.