I've been challenged. Normally, I like challenges. But this challenge has me ready to wash my face with a block of industrial grade sandpaper.
I finished my children's picture book biography. I submitted it to two acclaimed published author colleagues. Last week, I received feedback from Cynthia. She went way over and beyond the call of a casual favor, I'm so thankful. Yesterday I received my critique from Dianna. She has put me to work. I'm not finished yet. Her response, "...it is one of many drafts before you find the diamond..."
Now, I can't afford diamonds. Not real ones anyway. In fact, as long as nobody knows, I'm satisfied with fake ones. I know I need to tear this manuscript apart and retell it with more...umpph! Color, personality, that's what it needs! But I've been staring at it for the past 24 hours, and I don't know if I have it in me revise it again — only to revise it again and again.
Am I up for the challenge? Well...yes, I am. How come I don't sound excited? I think that I have been spoiled with what I'll refer to as TFD syndrome whose acronym stands for "That's Fantastic, Don. That's what is said about my illustration work whether it's good, bad or mediocre. This isn't a good condition to have because it slows artistic growth. How can I get better if I'm not challenged to take my creative endeavors a step higher? Dianna has challenged me with raising the bar. But, even though I am up for the challenge, I'm still pouting that TFD syndrome has yet to penetrate my writing. I do, however, realize that's actually a good thing.
I hope my writing friends will be up for just one more look, followed by probably one more look. *clenching jaws*