Filed under: writing mysticism
I’m distracted by my first Critters critique for the hurricane story, which I expected.
I always think I’m being obvious when I write. I give the story to Brian, who understands it completely and effortlessly. I sent it in for critique. *Wonk!*
Now, don’t get me wrong. I think there’s so much that a reader brings to a story that this sort of thing is pretty much guaranteed to happen on some level. I’m not bothered by the idea that someone might read one of my stories and think it’s a communist manifesto, and the next reader might think it’s a story about how we need Jesus. In fact, I think that’s kind of cool. On the other hand, it is a little amusing that my critique drafts that I think are oh-so-obvious are apparently the literary equivalent of a Rorschach test. “It’s a fly in a swing!”
My brain does not work like other people’s.