Blog Summary
Thoughts and Musings
2021 - Present
How do we cope when our bodies and minds aren’t what they were? How do we find purpose in life? Is adventure still on the horizon? Can we cope much less thrive in today’s chaotic environement? How might adventure change as we sprout wrinkles?
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Adventuring
- Jun 20, 2023 Must an Adventure be Extreme?
- Apr 15, 2022 Adventure finds you when least expected
- Nov 2, 2021 Marooned in Memphis
- Oct 10, 2021 Why Girl Scouts?
- Dec 29, 2020 When will it end?
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Commentary
- Jul 18, 2023 AI is not the Monster, is it?
- Jul 1, 2023 Zooming with Ukrainians
- Jun 20, 2023 Must an Adventure be Extreme?
- May 15, 2022 Missed Rebellion
- Feb 23, 2022 Alone and Inbetween
- Jan 17, 2022 Troubling Times
- Dec 23, 2021 Holiday Cards
- Dec 16, 2021 It’s not about me at Christmas
- Nov 27, 2021 Opera is not dead
- Nov 2, 2021 Marooned in Memphis
- Oct 19, 2021 Art Fights Gun Violence
- Jul 3, 2021 Humbled and Renewed
- Jun 26, 2021 Buckshot not Bullets
- May 28, 2021 Dog Sitting
- Apr 28, 2021 Assumptions are Stupid
- Apr 22, 2021 First Kiss
- Mar 19, 2021 Messing with Meditation
- Feb 25, 2021 What’s in a Nickname?
- Feb 18, 2021 Confinement Messes with the Mind
- Feb 12, 2021 Breadth or depth?
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Medical Adventure
- Jun 11, 2023 Spine Surgery Epilogue
- Jun 4, 2023 Pushing too hard almost defeated me…
- May 30, 2023 A Step in the Wrong Direction
- May 21, 2023 No Bending, Lifting, Twisting
- May 16, 2023 Creeping Disabling Pain Got Me
- May 21, 2021 Pretzel Pain
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On Ageing
- Jun 7, 2022 Wise or Just Old?
- Nov 17, 2021 Memory on My Mind
- May 21, 2021 Pretzel Pain
- Apr 12, 2021 Pandemic Isolation Thwarted
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On Writing
- May 8, 2023 Pandemic Stress
- May 16, 2022 They liked it!
- Feb 23, 2022 Alone and Inbetween
- Feb 10, 2022 Rabbit Hole
- Oct 24, 2021 Fiction vs. Memoir
- Jun 26, 2021 Buckshot not Bullets
- Jun 19, 2021 Claustrophobia
- Apr 5, 2021 Ode to Southern Writers
- Mar 25, 2021 Criticism - Gift or Fault Finding?
- Mar 19, 2021 Messing with Meditation
- Mar 5, 2021 When writing ‘what you know’ is not enough
- Apr 22, 2020 The Writing Life
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Pandemic
- May 8, 2023 Pandemic Stress
- Jun 19, 2021 Claustrophobia
- Apr 12, 2021 Pandemic Isolation Thwarted
- Feb 18, 2021 Confinement Messes with the Mind
- Dec 29, 2020 When will it end?
Criticism - Gift or Fault Finding?
Maybe other people have stronger backbones, but critical reviews terrorize me, hurling me into mental self-flogging. You see I envisioned that my book is perfect, that it will be relished by readers who will throw rose pedals at my feet as I make my way into the literary world. But, when faced with my own imperfections as reported by a someone who is reported to 'know' good writing, an instinctual reaction sets in, creating a vortex that amplifies every fault finding judgement and nullifies anything positive or useful. I bury my head under a pillow, trying to snuff out the exposed imperfections that persistently bounce among the neurons in my brain. I eventually exhaust myself and fall into unsettled asleep.
Maybe other people have stronger backbones, but critical reviews terrorize me, hurling me into mental self-flogging. You see I envisioned that my book is perfect, that it will be relished by readers who will throw rose pedals at my feet as I make my way into the literary world. But, when faced with my own imperfections as reported by a someone who is reported to 'know' good writing, an instinctual reaction sets in, creating a vortex that amplifies every fault finding judgement and nullifies anything positive or useful. I bury my head under a pillow, trying to snuff out the exposed imperfections that persistently bounce among the neurons in my brain. I eventually exhaust myself and fall into unsettled asleep.
I know this divination is both half-baked and half-assed, especially since I should know better. For much of my career I urged people to welcome all feedback, accept it as a gift, then embrace what is good and useful, and put the rest in the trash can or at least in a mislabeled file folder in backup cloud storage. However, being someone’s coach and being that someone on the receiving end of criticism are two different animals.
What can I do to pummel my torment into dust? I turned to a longtime friend, colleague and voracious reader who I can count on for brutal honesty. “You haven’t written a National Book Award or a Nobel Prize winning book," my friend said, "but you’ve certainly have written a great story. It’s your first novel for goodness sake. Give yourself a break.” I whimper a thank you.
“What did the critic say needed fixing?” she asks.
“It needs another round of editing,” I report.
“So, do it,” she said. “Did the reviewer say anything good?” I paused to reread the review.
“Well, he said that ‘the author’s compassionate characterization and fast paced-writing style will engage readers fascinated by 20th century lives…an affecting tale of love, loss and salvation led by a headstrong protagonist.”
“In my opinion, any woman reading this book will love your headstrong protagonist,” my friend said.
And so, look for a 2nd edition of Jack’s Gift. It’ll be the one with a cover that evokes the story within. The criticism was a gift. I found the good and the useful and I trashed the rest.