I hear you, Solitary Cook.

I’m relieved to hear your words on workshopping, alto. I loathe it as well in writing classes. There are inevitably those whose opinions I could not care less about, and they are usually those who can’t hear a critical word about their own work. One windbag in particular accused me of stabbing him in the heart when I pointed out that, 1750 words into a 2500 word piece about a 100 mile bike trip, he hadn’t yet gotten off his own street.

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