Mar 04
Apparently my writing is reaching a true grass-roots movement. I had a visit today from a critic that didn’t have much to say, but his expressions really say it all.
As you can see, he was kind of in-your-face, but his intentions were good. We spoke for a while about how I need to write more about ungulates and other cud-chewers. Then he proceeded to eat my tree.
I’m glad I’m reaching the people, I guess…
February 11th, 2008 at 8:47 am
[...] Being, as I am, deep into the last rewrite of my novel, I’ve been kind of unaware of my surroundings. Perhaps because of this, last night I had another visit from my resident writing critic: [...]