I’m one of those weird people who never lets my family or close friends read my books. They kind of hate me for it. (But in a good way, of course). I have my reasons though …
*Why my mom is not my critique partner*
“Your book is okay, but that story you wrote in second grade was your best work. That one showed true creativity and was so imaginative. You were so cute back then, what happened?”
*Why my dad is not my critique partner*
“I rarely speak more than 10 words a day, and telling you everything you’d need to fix would use up my allotment for the year.”
*Why my brother is not my critique partner*
“You know, I went to med school. Beat that, little sister.”
*Why my other brother is not my critique partner*
“I went to law school. Beat that, little sister. Also, you need MOAR DRAGONS!”
*Why my sister is not my critique partner*
“I’m too nice to say anything bad, so …” *looks around awkwardly*
*Why my college roommate is not my critique partner*
“I thought you said you were hoping to get published soon? Didn’t you say that, like, five years ago?”
*Why my toddler is not my critique partner*
“Gah boo dee ma ba ba. Hi Hi! Yeah. Daddy. Daddy! DADDY DADDY DADDY!”
*Why my critique partners are who they are*
Because they are so helpful, so willing to reread any number of scenes, so encouraging, so nit-picky, so GENIUS, so wonderful that I wouldn’t have it any other way. Love you guys and gals.
P.S. To my family – you know I love you more than anything.
Do you share your work with family and friends? Why/why not?