SO much for me saying I love hard critiques. LOLOLOL! I just got a packet back from a contest I'd entered many, many months ago.
Gollly...one judge attacked ME and not my writing. Said the opening wasn't plausible.
HELLO! I based it on a TRUE STORY....something that really did happen to me! Only I changed a couple details but yes absolutely it is plausible. This is one of those situations where I wish I could go argue with that judge. LOLOL!
Testing. One. Two. Testing.
OKay, so when I wrote that contest comment post....I was definitely NOT saying I embrace STUPID comments from judges. Or when you know they're just being totally opinionated, and it has nothing to do with your story, or the craft. Those crits go through the shredder...and I enjoy every second of seeing those pages get crossripped to shreds.
Then to make me feel even better, I put them in the concrete ditch outside my yard and I BURN them.
Speaking of burning....um, one day I was standing at the top of the concrete ditch, burning credit card trash, and my shoes slipped on the tiny gravel lining the top of the ditch. The more I tried to backpeddal with my feet, the further I slipped. Then boom, I land on my butt, and I'm up to my ankles in FIRE! I scramble out of the ditch, after slipping back down in a couple times because it was steep, I managed to get out. Hands bleeding from the scrape. The soles of my dress shoes (I know, dumb) melted off so you couldn't see the tread. And, well, we don't want to talk about what happened to my butt. Not a pretty sight. My neighbor leaned out the door, "You okay?"
I'm sitting in the road kicking my burning shoes off, "Yep. Fine. Just trying to set myself on fire is all."
She blinked four times, drew her brows together, went back in and closed her door.
Sigh. At least our fire chief lives down the street. LOLOL!
EEEK. How embarrassing.