Just a short post, because I want to get back to my holiday (in other words, I may go to the groceries in a moment to buy lactose-free milk...). But hello, dear readers! I'm having a whale of a time out here in Trinidad; the sky is amazingly open and just invites me to daydream frequently.
I have been doing a fair bit of writing in my super fat notebook, though not as much as I would write if I was at home. Just bits and bobs here and there, little snippets of short stories featuring the same character's life. My older cousin snatched my notebook last week and read some of it while I sat next to her and pretended not to notice.
Inside I was dying to know what she would say about my writing. And mostly just dying inside.
First of all, I was surprised she could read my handwriting because it has seriously declined since summer began. When she was finished, she handed it back and I just stared at her expectantly, waiting for a comment. I got none.
So I prompted her, and found she had some useful critiques for my work. Which was good for two reasons. One, constructive criticism is always good to help the improvement process and two, I think I can now handle anyone just randomly reading my stuff. My cousin is quite a fierce person, so for her to be positive about my writing was incredibly encouraging.
Hopefully one day soon, I'll be shoving my writing in people's face, begging them to critique it instead of them prising it from my unwilling hands.
