In 1991 I was in a critique group. Members were scattered up and down the US east coast. We may have had someone from as far west as Chicago and I doubt it.
I had an idea for a story about someone going on a deep space mission to a world we know is inhabited by intelligent beings and who share nothing about themselves except their willingness to meet an Earth representative.
Yeah, okay, and big whoop.
Like at least two other stories I wrote at that time, I was not a competent enough writer to do them justice. One I’ve already rewritten (I think it’s more like three or four other stories. I’m going to play it safe and say there’s five), and so far first readers are giving it high marks.
What’s changed (more than anything else) is I’m developing the ability to read my own work as an editor would read it.
And oy!, does some of my work suck.
So beginning next week, How Jerry and Betty Became the Least Entertaining Couple in the Neighborhood (Part 1).
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