So, we can be honest with each other, right? I think we can, because you're spending your free time on reading this sentence, so there must be something special between us, yes? I thought so.
I have something to tell you, something to confess.
I am addicted - addicted to critique. And I have no intention of seeking help.
This whole conversation came about with one of my writing buddies on Facebook. I posted that I'd entered Gennifer's Mega-Awesome Crit contest. Here's what happened:
See what a great guy he is? See how sweet he's being? He says I'm a good writer already! I don't really need more crit.
That is really nice, and it may even be true.
1. If it is true at all, it's because of the intensive critique I've been lucky enough to get from my CPs (love you so much, ladies) AND
2. I don't want to be a good writer. I don't want my prose to be adequate. I don't want my characters and their conflicts to be convincing and believable.
That's nowhere near good enough. Not for me.
I want my sentences to cause readers to put their hands to their chests and take a deep breath because their hearts skipped a beat.
I want my prose to sparkle and to stick in readers' heads long after the context of it is forgotten.
I want my worlds to be so vivid that my readers can imagine themselves living there.
I want my characters to be real enough to touch, to think about and obsess over after the story is done.
And I want their conflicts to be heartbreaking, and their reconciliations to bring sighs of relief.
I'm not saying my stories are necessarily like that now that I've had three CPs check out my stuff, and a handful of others run a casual eye over it. But they're a whole heck of a lot closer. And the next person who is kind enough to critique my pages is going to help me make them even moreso.
So, yeah. Addicted to crit. And not accepting intervention. (But thanks for the thought.)
What about you? Are you addicted to crit?