From one writing contest to the next, a comment keeps coming back about the main character, one that would have me change her in quite a major way. Part of me wants to take a stand for her while the other part sort of knows what to change next. Yet, it's a littlle bit like "killing" part of that character, and after mourning last night, I started a new "draft", copying my existing file, and rewriting.
What those writing contests are teaching me is that judges are as subjective as readers and it's an excellent exercise not only for myself, but also to harden my "shell" as a writer.
I persist with these books of mine, because I believe in the story.
