My search for a critique partner brought back memories of high school English. Some fond, some not so much. I also remembered why I hate short stories.
If you follow my blog, you probably know I’m currently on the hunt for my perfect critique partner (CP).
“You haven’t settled on someone yet?”
Yes, I heard you say that. No, I haven’t.
And not because no one’s approached me or because I’m terrible at making decisions (though I am).
I want a relationship that will give maximum value on both sides and last at least a decade. You can’t rush into that sort of thing.
In the meantime I’m having conversations and exchanging chapters with several talented and committed writers, hopefully giving value and definitely receiving it.
In case you’re wondering I’m also still open to being approached by new people. If you’re on the fence, don’t be shy. The worst that could happen is that your house could be invaded by a herd (snap? swish? gobble?) of hungry alligators.Continue reading “What I learned in high school English”