I’ve been waiting for this day.
In September, I submitted two-thirds of my historical novel, LOST NOTES, to my intrepid writing colleagues. We’re going to get together this evening to talk about the manuscript.
Our discussions generally last for a few hours, and they’re intense. They’re also immensely fruitful, not only for the writer whose work is on the table, but for all of us. It’s fascinating to hear what each writer brings to the table as a reader, where the agreements and disagreements lie, and how certain themes or characters land on different people. I’ve learned so much from this particular group and from everyone’s willingness to share their work.
I’m expecting to leave this evening’s meeting with an abundance of thoughts, puzzles and hopefully a few solutions. I’ll probably feel immensely grateful, a little overwhelmed and fully engaged in a particular problem that needs to get solved before I can progress.
This novel group was founded in 2008 by Liz Prato, and the last time I brought in a manuscript was March 2010. What I learned that evening from these amazing writers helped me craft the final version of my previous novel, BODY COPY.
I’m excited about tonight. I’m nervous. And I’m so very thankful for my writing community here in Portland. A focused manuscript critique night is such a valuable gift.
Do you let others read your work-in-progress, or do you keep your work private? If you ask for others’ opinions, what’s the best piece of advice you received from a reader? The worst critique moment? If you’ve had two people say opposite things about your manuscript, which one do you trust?