So, had dissertation today, and my work was looked at. I’m not entirely sure how much I’ve improved as a writer over the past three years, but I have learnt to take a critical eye to my work. I can easily remember my first year and how much I would panic before letting someone else see my work. And how much I was terrified that they’d call it a train wreck. Teacher or fellow student, it didn’t matter. I was sure that they’d hate it and sure that I wouldn’t be able to deal with it when they said so. Today, as I said, the tutor and a friend of mine looked at my work and told me what they thought. Some good. Some bad. Lots of rewriting to do. Lots of lines that needed cut because they were over written, badly written, or simply not needed. And, you know what I realised? It wasn’t a bad thing. That’s perhaps the main thing I’ve come to see over my time at university. Someone telling me what’s wrong with my work isn’t a bad thing. It’s helpful. It’s damn hard to see our own work critically. It’s either complete rubbish or totally brilliant. And, it’s never really either of those.
So, don’t be afraid to let someone read what you’ve got. Especially if they’re someone who knows what they’re doing. And, you don’t always have to listen to everything.
Advice is useful. Do with it what you will.