Current mood:	recumbent
Current music:	Sinead O'Connor - Fire on Babylon

Constructing Criticism
I've decided to try unsolicited constructive criticism. People seem to want it, and maybe it'll be a great mutual learning experience, not an exercise in petty one-upmanship, as it has always struck me. Perhaps there's thought-provoking and smart constructive criticism out there that will now reach me, not the usual stupid bullshit I've seen in the past.

::pause while I suppress my not-so-latent hostility to this new step in consciousness expansion::

If that's what readers want, then dammit, that's what I'll give them, no matter how uncomfortable it makes me feel. I'll become the psychic Saint George and slay the debilitating maxims of my past, like "if you don't have anything nice to say..." That'll teach those pesky meta-dragons for blowing smoke at my inner prince, who will now happily whine about every #$!@ pea he finds in every @#$!@ story.

Damn! Snarkiness. I'll have to slay that, too, and become an icon of sincere goodwill. Saint Bry the Benign, whose gentle touch will cure all of their writerly wickedness. And when the priestly hand strikes me with the whip of fictive chastisement, lo, I will accept it, wallowing in its curative sting.

Amen.

(Damn snarkiness! It's a disease, I tell you.)