Critique group
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So…
Would anyone like to start a critique group?
I’m attempting to write a story about cats dealing with emotional problems.
Why cats? Because people are HARD to write especially when you have never written anything and are only really comfortable with writing cats.
I don’t really know if writing is a long term career or my higher calling. I just know I want to write stories that help people my age.
I know I would like a nice, friendly critique group for my first ever story.
So if anyone is interested please let me know.
Thanks!
I might be interested if the excerpts are short! I plan to not be on too much, but that’s better than nothing, Ig?
Congrats on starting a new (and first!) story! I have two WIPs (Work In Progress): a retelling of Sleeping Beauty with role reversals, and one about two brothers whose relationship has shattered due to tragedy in the family and their journey back to a good relationship.
I’m guessing you like cats?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comI like the idea. =) And would be willing to participate and help out! I’ve gotten the feeling critiquing isn’t very big in this forum, though people aren’t averse to doing it if you ask… I’m on a different forum, Christianwriters.com, that has an active critiquing section in it that I use a lot, but I like this idea. I find that the more eyes on my writing, the less errors slip through. (not to mention the great advice you get for how to improve your writing!!!)
I say, go for it!
I would say, perhaps set a word limit
my other forum limits it to 2,500 words per post… what do you think?
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
I don’t know how long my WIP will be.
The first chapter is 900 words but I would be ecstatic if you just helped with that since it’s my first time
I would also like to switch to either a website that would help with critiquing.
I think a word limit would also be a good idea too.
I will check out this other forum you mentioned as well
I would be up for it though my chapters tend to be 3000 to 4500 words long. Most people critique me through google docs where I post my chapters.
I don’t really mind how long chapters are and I would be willing to communicate through Google docs.
That’s where I do most of my work too.
Sounds good!
Sounds good!
Go ahead and post it! 8-900 words was about what I was thinking was a bite-sized excerpt (for me) anyway. 🙂
That’s okay, I never know how long my works in progress will end up, either!
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comAlright I’ll post it! Warning it might not be very good.
Critique when you have the time!
Wigeon stumbled into camp. She could make out faint decorations hanging on the walls of the wide notch cliffs. Flowers, and feathers tied together on vines were hanging on any spot a cat could reach.
The faint light that emitted from fireflies lit up the camp making the night that still hung over the notch, a little less gloomy. Yet shadows still hung over Wigeon’s thoughts.
Wigeon walked over to the grotto, where the clowder stored prey. Wigeon added her fish she had caught from the beach.
Wigeon settled underneath a nearby oak tree to watch the stars. The sound of the waves lulled Wigeon to sleep.
“WIgeon, you’re did this, again?” The motherly tone was almost unmistakeable to Wigeon. She had listened to this voice for as long as she had lived with the Seaside Clowder.
“Wigeon, are you even listening to me?” It was irritated. I had better wake up and answer soon. I apparently wasn’t soon enough since a paw started prodding my side. It wasn’t a gentle prodding.
“I’m up. I’m up.” Wigeon grumbled, opening an eye to glare at the cat sitting next to her.
“Just wanted to make sure.” The cat still looked skeptical but was glad her method had worked.
Wigeon sat up slowly. She stretched her paws carefully after the protest they gave at her sitting up. The calico molly gave her a fierce glare, “Did you overexert yourself, again?”
“You’d think my body would be used to it.” Wigeon grumbled. She gave her paws a pointed glare.
“Your body can only handle so much.” The calico cat answered.
“It was a rhetorical question.”
The molly gave a purr, “Now go get some proper rest. It’ll be noon soon and I imagine some cats will want you to be at least a little bit awake.” The molly nuzzled Wigeon’s forehead, like a mother would do.
“Yes, Sunrise.” Wigeon said, rolling her eyes.
“You know if ‘Mom’ were to slip out I wouldn’t mind.” She remarked.
Wigeon let out a small laugh. It sounded hollow to Wigeon’s ears. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
And with that Sunrise trotted out of camp, starting her day. Meanwhile Wigeon walked to the dugout tunnels to end hers, again.
“Wigeon, do you mind taking some cats out to hunt at the beach?” Wigeon’s eyes flicked open. The anxious face of Sand was staring down at her.
Wigeon stretched, “Sure.” She yawned. “Anyone in particular?”
“No, not really.” Sand said, “Thank you so much Wigeon. I really want to make sure the festival will go well. It’s my first time being in charge of it.”
“Did Wave-crasher appoint you?”
“Yes, and I would like to do well on the festival.” Sand mewed.
“Alright, just make sure to get some rest. It would be a good idea to kill yourself trying to make the festival perfect.” Wigeon advised.
Giving advice you don’t even follow, huh, Wigeon? Shut up.
Wigeon quickly walked past Sand, hoping he didn’t see her expression change. “I’ll go find some cats to take with me right now.” Her voice held that waver of nervousness.
“Oh, okay.” Surprise flickered in his voice.
I can deal with that later.
Wigeon blinked as she walked out of the dugout tunnels. The sunlight blinding as she stepped out.
Cats milled about in the hollow. Some were lounging about before a cat gave them work to do, while some were going out to gather materials to decorate or hunt, and some were just working on decorations. The colony was alive with activity.
Wigeon gazed around the hollow trying to find some cats not busy with work. She spotted
A blue-gray tabby molly who was sitting underneath a tree. Wigeon thought her name was Egret but she wasn’t really sure.
Wigeon took a deep breath.
Here goes nothing.
“Hey, Sand wants some cats to go hunt at the beach. Would you like to come?” Wigeon asked.
This feels so awkward.
“Oh, of course! I love hunting at the beach.” The molly exclaimed.
“Okay, cool. I’ll meet you here after I find a few more cats, okay?” Wigeon asked.
That was easier than I thought it would be.
“Alright cool. Your name is Wigeon, right?” The molly asked.
“Uh, yeah.” Wigeon gave an awkward smile.
“Nice to meet you Wigeon. My name is Egret.” Egret gave a dazzling smile.
Hey, I guessed right!
“Alright I’ll see you here Egret.” Wigeon began walking off. She spotted Egret giving a purr in response.
Okay, now I just need to find a few more cats.
Wigeon walked around camp trying to find cats who weren’t busy.
“Excuse us, but we heard you needed some more cats for a hunt. May we join?” Wigeon glanced over her shoulder to see two gray toms. One had a scarred eye that he couldn’t possibly see out of and the other one was the one addressing her.
“My name is Slate and my brother’s name is Quill. He was attacked by a hawk and can’t see out of his left eye. Now that doesn’t mean he can’t hunt!” Slate’s tone was clearly that of a defensive brother.
“Thank you brother for making this situation even more awkward.” Quill grumbled, “Now come on. We’re supposed to hunt, not talk about how I can’t see out of one eye.”
Wigeon gave an awkward smile, “Right, well follow me.”
As the three cats started walking back to where Wigeon had left Egret, Slate came up and smilled. “Hey, sorry if I made things uncomfortable. I just want cats to accept Quill even if he only has one good eye.”
Wigeon nodded, “Yeah I get it.”
Wigeon led the two brothers back to Egret and the four of them left the hollow to go hunt at the beach.
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