Thursday, April 17, 2008
This is Pippa, Betsy's one-eyed doe kid. She was born without the left eye and also no tail. I would have probably named her something heinous like "Odinetta". Pippa is way mo better.
Us one-eyed goats gots to stick together.
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Note: Someone tried to leave a writing critique for a journal post on the blog. I didn't pass it. There are more than enough venues should one wish to critique my writing in a professional manner. I'm on EditRed and do my serious workshopping on Zoetrope. Those are the appropriate places to do this and I am very receptive to peer review. You may also send me a private email, though there isn't really a way to figure out exactly what I'm going to harvest from the blog. Sometimes I'm just nattering. If you see something you think needs developing--email me and tell me.
Critiquing on a blog, is rather like walking into someone's home, accepting their hospitality and saying, "Your fried chicken tastes like ass." Sort of marks you as a cad and a boor--which is why I saved you the embarrassment of having the comment posted. Because that's what good hostesses do.
Sorry if this comes off a bit snippy "Miss Manners", but for crying out loud people--it's not like I made any secret of the fact I had a stroke last week and lost half my sight. I think I'm entitled to a little fragility. Be nice to me, damnit.
