There must be something wrong with people.
(I seem to discover that over and over again. 😯 )
People I admire and respect have told me that I can write well. Okay, maybe not well, but adequate to get the gist of my meaning across. Boy are they wrong. What on this precious, blue earth impelled people to lie to me?
I can’t imagine why, but as I edit the beginning of my novel, I can only hope all that positive feedback was offered in the hopes that I would keep writing and therefore, hopefully, improve.
I know this much, if you think your smack is hot, think again. Set your magnificent work aside for a while, then go back to it, and watch your innocent baby turn into a horrid troll.
It takes a significant amount of time to distance oneself from something you wrote to see it objectively. Unfortunately, enough time has passed that as I go through what I wrote over a year ago, my heart is just sinking. Do I honestly think anyone would find this entertaining? Let alone readable?
I hate my hobby. 😦