Now that I’m a member of a writer’s guild, I figured it was time to submit my first Rembrandt story to their scrutiny. I realize it’s arrogance, but I assumed my story is better than it actually is. The first response brought quite a shock. I imagined that people would tell me how wonderful my writing is and that I certainly should have my story published. Reality shattered my myopic little dream when the person actually critically evaluated my story. As it turns out, it needs work. A significant amount. In it’s current form, publication isn’t even an option. This writing thing just got a whole lot harder.
I do realize that this person is helping me improve as a writer. I appreciate the honest feedback. I just didn’t expect the shock to my ego. Upon reflection, it was a necessary blow.