It’s one thing to get a rejection from the publishing business, I get that, it’s part of the business, it happens.
It’s another thing to be told by a friend “uh, this isn’t your best work…”
Now, please don’t take this wrong–I love my friend, and I truly appreciate her informing me that I dropped the ball on a project, because I do, I really do.
I can’t make it better if I don’t know what I did, or didn’t do.
Still sucks though.
Especially when I had my own beliefs about the merits of the project. And this particular project is very dear to me, and I want the best for it. Evidently, even after a few weeks of letting said project sit, I still am too close to it to truly work on it in an objective manor. Because even now, with my friend’s guidance, line by line, in the first few pages, I still can’t see what’s wrong with it.
Going to try that old tried and true, reading aloud, and see if I can hear something that I just can’t see, and see what that does for me.
Maybe I’m still to emotional about the piece. It happens, you know. Getting emotionally attached to your story, and you can’t bring yourself to see the flaws, because you’re still madly in love with the story, and more worried about the story, rather than the grammatical and the mechanical.
Which from what my friend said, is most of my problems–mechanical and grammatical. Not actual plot or characters, which takes a lot more working out.
Just have to switch hats and flip over to the editor cap, and see what I can do.
As soon as I get the ax out of my head.