Manuscripts mailed!!!!!!!

Following yesterday's blog. I mailed the "Aunt Jane" manuscript to five friends.

Only one has replied. Said it was good. I wrote back, "What no comments on grammar, typos, etc. Please, I want feedback."

She replied, "Well, maybe you should tell earlier whose sister Jane is.
Too late to see typos. I'll look tomorrow. Partner thought it was good also." I felt relieved to get a little critique rather than just "it's good."
That doesn't do it for me. I want to know why it's good, or I doubt the comment.

Sigh. Four more to go. You'd think I'd sent it to God. And I tell myself I'm going to send off to some external site.??????

This is hard.

Every time I blog I hope hope hope I gain a little bit more confidence. This is practice for me. And I need practice both in craft, going deep into that underground place where truth lies, and in just being gutsy enough to share what I write.

I think sometimes the sharing is the hardest part of all. It's some deepseated fear of not being good enough to be worth reading. And yet I like many of the things I write. I have cried over them; laughed aloud; and found them erotic. Why should someone else not feel the same.???
Wrestling with the ICK, the superego, all the negative messages embedded in this writer self...I am in "boot camp" doing mental pushups.

I'll keep you posted on the fate of one "Aunt Jane." It's really a pretty good piece. Claire

PS Is hearing me be so graphic about my writing useful? Good nite to all you others out there perhaps also sitting at your computer doing the same push-ups I'm doing.