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Wednesday, March 27, 2019

#harshcritiques Harsh Critiques by Janice Seagraves

Harsh Critiques
By Janice Seagraves

Hi this is Janice Seagraves. Welcome to my channel.

Before we start, I want to put this *disclaimer* out there. Please keep in mind that critiquers and critique groups are committing their time and effort for free. And it does help your work became more readable.

Would it help you to know that I've gotten some harsh critiques in the past, too?

Years ago, I received one that began with... "This is why I hate romance."

That critique... totally... destroyed me.

I was a wreck. I couldn't write for weeks. It made me wonder if I was even cut out to be an author. But... I had to develop that all-important thick skin.  And the sad part was... I thought I had.


And…more recently I got another harsh critique.

I had to go off and pout for a couple of days before I could even look at that critique again.

When I did, I critique partner was correct. She gave it to me straight and didn't pull any punches.

But, hey, there is always room for improvement.


Sometimes a manuscript will need a lot of work.

Here are some things to keep in mind when writing.

Remember to commit the emotion to the page. Most popular books today, tug at the heartstrings. They deliver the feels.

In every scene, try to incorporate the four senses: what they hear, what they see, and what they smell to really put your reader right there with your characters.

Now for the head hopping. Just remember to keep it to one scene, one POV. It’s as simple as that.
Easy peasy.

There are some wonderful tutorials on YouTube that can help. Critiques are the best way, but just reading in the genre that you're writing in will greatly improve your skills, too.

Just keeping writing. Don't ever stop.


Year of the Cat

Morgan isn’t expecting romance when she accompanies her friend for a week of skiing, but when she meets Jared all bets are off.
Haunted by the loss of his parents, werecat Jared Catterick earns his keep working for the Catclaw Clan. Jared has secrets that he doesn’t mind sharing with a special lady, and he hopes Morgan is that special someone. When his past and present collide it’s worse than he imagined, and he’s forced to fight for his life.

Auntie walked into the middle of the hollow. “We the Catcall Clan are gathered here together to witness a challenge. Called by Munch son of Tiger, who challenges Jared Catterick son of nobody.”
“I am the son of somebody,” Jared yelled. The sudden flow of anger had his heart pounding hard against his ribs.
“Who? What are their names?” Auntie crossed her arm and leaned on one hip and tapped a toe.
“I donna remember. I was too young when they killed them and took me away,” Jared muttered. “And she knows that.”
“Is Catterick your real last name?” Killer asked him in the canine speech.
“Aye. I donna remember much about me old life, but I never forgot me name.”
“Just tell her Mr. and Mrs. Catterick,” Killer said.
“Me parents were Mr. and Mrs. Catterick,” Jared said in a loud clear voice.
A few people around the hollow snickered.
Auntie gave a quick nod. “Jared son of Mr. and Mrs. Catterick. Munch challenges you for the death of his da, Tiger.”
Munch marched to Auntie’s side. He was every bit as big as his father. Well-muscled and not just tall but wide. Where Tiger’s hair was gray and white, Munch was blond and black. Another man accompanied him, his second, a tall, lanky male named Boyd. Jared knew him well, even though he was younger.
“Och. Here we go,” Jared told Killer and walked out into the middle of the hollow.
“He’s big,” Killer said in the canine speech.
“And ugly. I wouldna want to ride him into battle.”
Killer stayed at his side. “Psst.”
“You can fight, right?” Killer asked.
“Good to know.”
Auntie looked at both males. “Jared, as the challenged, you may decide on weapons and forms.”
“Human and no weapons,” Jared said.
“Very well,” Auntie said. “You may use your feet, hands, elbows and knees. Even your head if you feel the need.”
“What aboot sticks and stones?” Munch asked, his voice youthful.
“Will break my bones,” Jared said under his breath.
Killer snickered.
“No weapons,” Auntie shook a finger at Munch. “That includes sticks and stones.”
“Well,” Munch crossed his arms, “since I canna change into cat form, I think I should be able to use whatever I find in the hollow.”
“This isn’t a free-for-all, Munch. There is discipline to a challenge. You must remain in your human form and fight like a human. With this match, we’ll have a square go.”
“Not very cat-like.” Munch sniffed.
Auntie fisted her hands and leaned toward Munch. “You’re not a cat. You are a shifter. You shift between three forms. Now stay with one for the duration of the fight.”
“Doesn’t he understand?” Killer asked.
“A bit daft that one,” Jared muttered back. Munch doesn’t seem have a lot of self-control. Unlike Tiger who would have done exactly what Auntie said to the letter.
“Seconds, to the side.” Auntie pointed. “You may view the fight only. Do not interfere unless your partner is hurt or someone breaks the rules.”
Both Boyd and Killer trotted to edge of the clearing.
Jared stood facing Munch. Several feet separated them. Jared shook out his arms, moved his head from side to side, and loosened his muscles.
Auntie raised her hand and did a karate chop between them. “Now fight.”
“I swear on me da’s grave, I will end you!” Munch roared and the skin on his face boiled. His hands burst out of his gloves and feet from his boots. The shift made Munch bigger, tearing his clothes. He stopped in the in-between state, like movie werewolves of old, but in this case half-cat and half-human. The only thing that remained of his clothes was his black overall snow pants and even that stretched taunt across him. Extending his claws, he snarled and reached for Jared. “I want to see you bleedin’.”

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Cara Marsi said...

We've all been recipients of harsh critiques. I don't want my critique partners to pull any punches, but sometimes those punches hurt. The most humorous critique I got was years ago in a contest. My book was a werewolf shifter story. One judge bought the idea that my hero was a 500-year-old werewolf. But she didn't buy that he was tall because men 500 years ago were generally short. I still shake my head over that one.

Janice Seagraves said...

Hi Cara,

There were tall men five hundred years ago. They weren't all short. I'd call that short-sighted of her. :)


Vicki Batman, sassy writer of funny fiction said...

When I didn't have a partner, I entered contests and one early critique from a contest asked, "Why are you writing?" That one sentence stole my soul. I couldn't write for two days. Then I determined no one can determine my destiny but me. I soldiered on. And that same book placed in a nice contest. I developed my thicker skin and realized it is the critiquer's opinion, nothing more. I can take or toss.

Janice Seagraves said...

Hi Vicki,

That's awful and very close to what happened to me.

Good for you for soldiering on. You go, girl!

Professionals are amateurs that didn't quit.


ELF said...

I think some folks who critique forget that they are supposed to be providing constructive criticism, not tearing other people down. I salute all of you for continuing to hone your craft.

ELF said...

p.s. I loved the excerpt, sounds like an exciting story!

Janice Seagraves said...

Hi Elf,

How right you are. And thank you.

P.S. Thank you. :)

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