To make up for my wrist-shredding post below, which plunged new depths of self indulgence, I have some good news. Well, okay it’s good news for me and it’s really just more self indulgence but this is my blog so what’re you going to do about it? Oh you’ll, um, leave and never come back? No, wait, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.
Aaaanyway the news, such as it is, is merely that as of this weekend I have officially finished The Crappy Novel (from here on known as The Crappy Novel That Dare Not Speak Its Name or TCNTDNSIN for, um, short).
Now when I say “finished” I mean I have written a beginning, a middle and an end. I do not mean it is finished in the sense that it is ready for eyes other than mine to glance upon it and marvel at its many crimes against the english language.
Which brings me to a dilemma. A friend of mine, who is in a position to offer very good criticism, has offered to give TCNTDNSIN the twice-over with a red pencil and a critical eye. Has asked to, even, kind soul that he is. The problem is that, while I know his advice would be genuinely useful I fear it may also crush my spirit. Showing writing to a loved one (not that I do that either) is different because a) they can look upon it with an indulgent eye and b) if their advice isn’t complementary you can discard it with a ‘what do they know anyway’ sneer. If, on the other hand, the critique comes from someone who does actually know something and it’s similarly critical… well then what do you do? Die a little death, is my fear. As those who have tried to dispense it to me know I have never taken criticism well and it seems likely I will start now.
Essentially the options are to allow TCNTDNSIN to languish in the bottom drawer of my desk, read by nobody and critiqued by nobody or to push it out in the wider world and risk having it come back with ‘learn to write better’ scrawled across the top. In the first I remain unscarred for life. In the latter I could be driven to cut off my fingers and start a new career as a tax accountant.
Hmm, I’m thinking, I’m thinking…