I’ve finally been sending out my writing to my test readers. It’s more harrowing than I thought it would be. Part of me hopes that they don’t read it, they don’t realize how truly bad of a writer I am (a Greek chorus of “hack!” is singing in my head). The other part knows that unless I get that feedback, those notes, it will never get better.
Six little chapters out there, in the big, cold digital world. I wonder how they’re feeling, if the faces greeting them are happy or perplexed or a little squidgy. As a romance writer, I wonder just how squidgy those squidgy faces are. That makes me laugh, though. The soft glow of a computer screen on my friends’ transparent “Did I just read what I thought I read? … Oh I did!!!” faces.
I wonder if it would be easier to have strangers read it and give me feedback. But the strangers on the internet are a wild and woolly bunch. You only have to peruse YouTube for three seconds before running across God knows what kinds of awfulness.
So. Here I am. In this little area between people who care about me reading my writing and giving very gentle feedback and the hair on fire trolls. It’s going to take a tremendous bucket of bravery to let the last eleven chapters out into the world. A ship in the harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for. I suppose the good ship LuLo will be leaving the harbor soon then.
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