My writing group (of one) called up yesterday to give me the update on what she thought of the novel. The simple fact that she’s having to remind herself constantly that I wrote it in high school is troublesome enough. But apparently, my writing is so horrible that she realized that she could write something much better and came up with an idea of her own! Ha!
OK. So not fair. This is the whole point of a writing group. I’m super excited that she has such a great idea and I feel a little bit responsible, so that’s nice. And I know all the work that has to go into mine. I just hope that I’ve improved recently. Really. Is the stuff I’m writing now that bad? Oh…the doubt.