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How do you help a writer who has been damaged by hearing someone that they shouldn’t have?

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Why would someone in the position of Teacher or Advisor give an over-the-top harsh critique of a gifted writer – seeking to improve upon their obvious gift?

Is it believed that crushing someone (who is likely more talented than the critic) is somehow helpful, making them fight back and try harder?

Or is it just a display of jealousy.

This happened to an amazing writer that I proudly consider a friend.

She seems to be hurting from the opinion of one person who does not deserve the power to yield that affect on her.

I never sought to write (it could be argued that I don’t) nor expect it to go anywhere, so a critical attack on me or something that I’ve written might roll off my back with a grin and a middle finger – making me of little value in helping her.

How do you help a writer who has been damaged by hearing someone that they shouldn’t have?

Out on the Edge

“I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over.  Out on the edge you can see all kinds of things that you can’t see from the center.” –Kurt Vonnegut

 

Tribe

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A group of talented people magically lift and pull me forward.

Different path’s led us to this place,

Different stories hold our attention,

Different words leave our hands.

The title carved in stone and polished through time “Writer” cannot be self-appointed, it is too heavy.

I belong with a tribe of writers – perhaps someday it will be earned.

Learning to Kill

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I don’t even remember the first Time that I did it.
It was no big deal, not like forming some kind of habit.
Over Time I did it a little more often, I quietly killed some.
Sometimes it was fun, mostly just doing it out of occasional boredom.

Suddenly one day I was driven to obsession.
Murdering in mass and serial slaughtering consumed me.
Death now burned my eyes as they opened in the early hours.

Random methods to choke, smother and drown Time became routine.
Driving the need to kill Time and feed my aging Dragon.