Mary Hamilton
I thought the dream was dead. It died a slow death, giving me time to look around for a new one. At last, I felt ready to put the old one to rest and move on. Move forward. And then… Boom! I met an editor at a writers’ conference who expressed a strong interest in …
I thought the dream was dead. It died a slow death, giving me time to look around for a new one. At last, I felt ready to put the old one to rest and move on. Move forward. And then… Boom! I met an editor at a writers’ conference who expressed a strong interest in …
Would you continue to meet regularly with a group of people who criticized your work and pointed out flaws in your thinking, then told you how to improve? Welcome to a writer’s critique group. Few, if any, writers make it into print without submitting to this refining process. When I first visited a local critique …
