“There is no mistaking the dismay on the face of a writer who has just heard that his brain child is a deformed idiot” – L. Sprague de Camp.
You spend hours going over the thing. You edit and re-edit it. And then. . . . BANG!
There comes that harsh, honest bit of criticism that hits you in the face, and throws a thousand questions at you.
There’s something so personal about writing that the slightest criticism hits us below the belt.
The question is how do you deal with it. Do you respond?
Do you keep quiet?
Do you hit back and explain your point-of-view?
Now, there’s constructive and destructive criticism. There’re good critics and there’re bad critics.
But my point is should an artist spend any time/energy in defending a work of art? It’s a work of art. It’s a representation of what one felt at a certain time, on a certain day.
There are no bad feelings or good feelings.
Feelings are just feelings .
They are the plain truth. Should we temper them to suit the needs of the readers? Is it even worth it?
Those of us who write acknowledge the fact that we write as much for ourselves as much for the readers. Or perhaps more.
In every blogpost, every article, every book, there’s one character that’s us. We may not be the protagonist. But we’re there in the story, in some dark alley sitting on a bench. But we’re there.
Is there any need to justify our ‘being’ in the scene? Our feelings? Our points of view? OUR STORY.
I don’t think so. Every single soul has a story to tell. And every story must be told, whether people like it or not.
How do you respond to criticism?