Most of the people in my life aren’t readers, and they mostly aren’t interested in reading my stories or talking sticky plot points through with me. I’ve come to terms with it, and since I mostly write for myself anyway, it’s okay.
When I submit something for critique, I ask for honest, unbiased feedback because my goal is to be published, not to get a pat on the back or get compliments. My skin is thick, so I can take the negative and channel it into something positive and constructive.
I recently submitted Chapter 2 of the novel I’m editing. Again. I love this story of mine. I love the characters. I love the dialog. And I love the plot. I love everything about it. I recently got three critiques on the story, two of which were helpful. The third person who critiqued me gushed about my story. But it wasn’t just, “Hey, I loved this chapter.” He got specific about what he loved, quoted dialog he particularly liked and told me that my descriptions were great. I struggle with descriptions, so this was so nice to hear! He asked good questions about the story that will help me make it better.
It re-energized me. I’ve started to feel a bit apathetic about writing, and I wasn’t sure why. I think that in part, it was because I’ve lacked any kind of encouragement for so long. I really didn’t even know I was missing it. A little encouragement goes a long way. I guess I need to remember that.