I would like to talk about the words I write.
The words I write are not sacred. Sometimes they are crap. It's okay. I know editing is my friend. Honest editing can make the worst piece of shit gold. The most important thing to me right now is that I am writing every day. I am working on my craft.
Recently, I finished a story. It still needs editing. I am aware of that. But, it was the first story I have truly finished in a long time.
I am proud of the story. I've had a few people read it. There have been some good reviews. Without any prompting some key readers expressed reactions, and emotions that I wished to convey. Fuck yeah!
Today I received comments from an established writer. A colleague. Someone I respect. The comments were constructive. I have been able to see my story with a new set of eyes, because of these comments.
I also felt that the comments were incomplete. I understand. I have work to do. It's okay.
Reflecting on why I want to be a storyteller...No, why I am a storyteller, I realize that criticism will help me. Sometimes criticism focuses only on the negative. Sometimes it can focus on the positive. It will be up to me how I handle criticism. Each reader, be they beta, alpha, agent, editor, or consumer will respond in different ways.
Okay, back to editing.
Back to writing.
I am okay.
I am happy.
In the end, it will be my words that tell the story.