You Can’t Make Writers Be Thankful
Written by Julie Butcher
So now it’s November. Most of the writers I know are in the middle of NanNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. They’re ripping out chunks of hair and typing their little fingers into nubs. The rest are still banging out scenes, trying to roast giant birds, and baking eleven kinds of pie at the same time. (Mmmm…pie)
Cold blustery weather is keeping the writer’s kids inside of the house. And they, the most reclusive, eclectic, disorganized group of people—ever, will have to venture OUT OF THE HOUSE to shop for the holidays. They are making lists people, and when a writer makes lists, trouble is on the way. Not like, I forgot to buy sugar—trouble, More like, I forgot the sugar and now the world will implode in a horrific and terrible way—trouble. Soon their little arms will flail about like Muppets on crack.
And in the midst of all this chaos, we’re still supposed to be thankful.
So, if your critique group emails you that they hate your main character so much that they want to slap his whole face, and that he should die the death of a thousand delete keys, you should probably be thankful. If it wasn’t for their precious time being spent on your manuscript, you wouldn’t get any better. It wasn’t easy for them to tell you. It certainly wasn’t a joy for you to hear. But you will write a better book now.