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I was excited to attend my first blue pencil critique. Imagine,
I thought. An actual published author will read my words.
Shortly before the session began the author walked up to me.
“Do you have two copies of your submission?”
I nodded and handed her the pages. A published author is
gong to read my words. My stomach flipped and the palms of my hands grew
clammy. She’s going to read my words; she’s going to laugh and she’s going
to know that I’m not a writer now nor never will be. I eased myself into
the chair across the desk from her. “I know my writing needs a lot of help.” I
waited for her to strap me in and flip the switch.
“Really?” She looked surprised. “Actually, I thought it
Maybe if she knew. Maybe if I told her. “I have
dyslexia,” I blurted.
“Rather good.” She grinned. “Oh that explains the creative
Is she laughing at me?
She placed the pages on the desk. “This is good. In fact,
it’s one of the best submissions I’ve received.”
What? What did she say? Did she say she
thought my writing was good? I looked at my story and all I saw was a trail
of red ink.
“It’s best to avoid… This piece could be a lot stronger if
you… I think it would help if you…” She said, dancing through the pages. Then
she hit on something tender.
No, she doesn't understand. There’s a reason why I wrote
it like that. Can I… Can I tell her?“Actually,” I began
tentatively. “There was… That is to say…” I gulped. I don’t want to upset
her. I need her help. “May I do more than listen? I mean can I explain?”
Her eyes lifted from the paper and rested on my face. “Of course, Leanne." She smiled. "These are your words. You know the story better
than I do. You know why you wrote it the way you did. Hold on to your vision.
I’m only here to help.”