Criticism is medicine: tastes bad, makes you better
I've recently joined a writing site: The Next Big Writer. It's devoted to writers submitting work-in-progress and exchanging reviews with an eye toward improvement. It's exactly what I've been looking for since I completed June Betrayals and I joined with high hopes. I haven't had other writers critiquing my work in a long time and I'm sure it will turbo-charge my writing. "This is your writing... this is your writing on Red Bull."
Only one problem. Criticism is enough to make you bi-polar.
I've received two kinds of reviews so far: "fanboy" and "where to begin?"
Fanboy reviews taste great: they're full of unabashed prose about what a wonderful job you're doing and how they'd probably buy it as-is if they ran across it in the bookstore. They can give you confidence that you've struck gold, but are useless when it comes to boosting the quality of the work, which is why I signed up.
Receiving a fanboy review is a Sally Fields Moment: "You like me! You really, really like me!" Once you've had a chance to cool off, doubt creeps in. Maybe they're kissing up to get a good rating and don't care about helping you improve. Maybe they like everything they read, which means their accolades don't mean much. Do I sound neurotic? Guilty as charged.
"Where to begin" posts usually butter you up a bit at the beginning, like a doctor saying "this will only hurt a little." Then they crack their knuckles and start pummeling you. Are you unaware passive voice is evil? Did you mean to imply that character X has inappropriate urges toward farm equipment? Is character Y dead (because they're lifeless as an old stump)? Can't your character just say things instead of having to "growl" and "chirp" and "bark" everything? Are we at the zoo?
These posts suck. No matter how politely they're phrased, how carefully they avoid making it personal, every line stings because it's something you could have noticed yourself if you weren't the lamest writer ever to violate a word-processing program with your dreck. You suck, your words suck, your computer and internet connection probably suck, too.
Just because these reviews hurt doesn't mean they aren't exactly what I need. Criticism isn't comfort food, it's medicine. Comfort food tastes good, finishes bad. I can't count how many slices of pizza I've eaten while saying, "I'm going to regret this later."
Criticism is medicine. Medicine tastes terrible going down, but it gives your body what it needs to get stronger and beat back what ails you. There's nothing noble about walking around hacking up phlegm and saying "I'm going to whip this thing on my own." You're just wasting your time and making the ones around you miserable.
The reason criticism works so well is that a different perspective is worth 50 IQ points. Just coming at something from a different angle with a different set of preconceptions and knowledge makes subtle things obvious. If two people of equal ability and experience exchange critiques, they each come off looking like geniuses because they see things in your blind spot with perfect clarity and vice-versa.
Healthy criticism makes healthy stories. But this is going to hurt a little.