Having friends who write are godsends . . . and land minds. I guess we're a temperamental bunch. Which is little wonder why such friendships are often short lived.
Sometimes I wonder how long one fellow writer and I will last. We've had spells of silence before, some for almost a year. Yesterday, I began minding the clock again.
When we ask for feedback, we usually want only to share -- maybe hear opinions -- of the story/piece we're working on. When asked to review my friend's work, I knew this. And answered her in kind. But, this being said, if there are major problems (ie. grammar that jars the reader right out of the story) it should be mentioned. Doing so is usually seen as helpful rather than an insult.
Usually.
So, now the clock is ticking. They logged off after a few comments amount the notice of. And we've not seen one another since. I hope the holiday eases their distaste. The mention was not meant maliciously.
Only extended the courtesy I would have wanted to be shown.
We are a temperamental bunch.
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