stop being nice to me in critique

 its so strange to hate something you wrote then receive praise from others for it.

in a moment of weakness i submitted an unfinished piece for critique in my creative nonfiction class for workshop. Workshop for the first piece was harsh, full of critique, frustration with the format of the story, dislike for the way it was written, not even just the content. The second critique was harsher: comparing the authors style to a twitter thread, calling it as informal as a text message with no spellcheck, ripping it apart. My critique felt underwhelming. I was prepared for war, prepared for twenty five people to tell me to quit writing for the rest of my life, that I was shit out of luck for a career and i should just disregard the hobby altogether. Instead what they waned was more: more dialogue, more captions on photos, expansion on the ending. A piece that i find beyond unreadable is called nostalgic, humorous, poetic, meaningful, clever, witty, journalistic. i wonder if people read what i wrote. to be fair, the ending was ripped apart (in a very gentle way). It needs to have more, it needs to be woven through the rest of the piece, it doesn't need to be wrapped in a bow. 

in all i would just like to say that you should never be overly nice in a class workshop unless you want the author to get a stress induced stomachache. 

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