Turns out I was a bit cocky. I thought I’d be able to tell what my writing group was going to say about the scene I brought tonight. And I was ready.
I knew the weak spots and I was confident that my thoughts would be echoed loudly. Um, nope.
They liked it. Everything I hated, they either liked or assigned a meaning to that made it seem OK.
I suppose I should be pleased, but I can’t bring myself to be.
I’m going to sleep on their comments, but I’m pretty sure this is a case where I’ll be sticking to my guns and revising.
And, yes, I realize how odd that sounds since sticking to your writerly guns usually involves keeping something you wrote that everyone hates.