I came home. Nervous about the critique from my husband, I rushed past him to change into my PJs with the hope that we wouldn’t have to talk about it. It’s a strange feeling, wanting to talk about something but not wanting to at the same time.
I yelled, “Babe, I don’t want to talk about it, yet.”
He didn’t hear me. Next thing I know he’s telling me all about his thoughts on the first half of my novella. There was a genuine excitement in his voice and I looked for any sign I could that he was just being sweet. Or supportive.
By the first fifteen minutes of being home, I heard about his favorite scene and characters. By the end of twenty he had run to the computer and started going through all of his notes on my manuscript.
I found myself weirdly defense about things. Trying to explain away things. But mostly, more excited than I expected to talk about it after all.
My questions came out rapid fire. It was like a force I couldn’t stop once we started. I thought of every single beta reading question that I had ever answered. Told him things to inform me of while he was reading. Felt better about this novella than I have in awhile.
I think he will have it finished tomorrow. If I’m honest, I hate the ending. I want a new one. All I can think about now is that stupid ending that I don’t like.
Hopefully after I get my editing notes, I can flesh out what I need to and start getting opinions from people I don’t know. I’ll be looking for beta readers and critique circles online. Anyone with advice in those areas, please share!
This isn’t turning into an all about my book blog. I plan on writing some posts for my beta reading audience really soon. Thank you for all the kind words and support. My readers are the best!