I have really been thinking a lot about honesty and telling people the truth. I bet you are wondering what this has to do with writing. Well I'll tell you. We, as writers, put our heart and soul into a manuscript and then put it out there for others to critique. We hold our breath and cross out fingers as they read it. Some come back and tell us we have a great story--they can't wait to read the rest. Others rip it apart. The ones I appreciate the most are the ones who rip my stuff apart. I know this sounds masochistic in a way. But really, how am I supposed to become a better writer if all I ever get told is my stuff is great? No I'm not saying you should start ripping apart everything you read. There is a nice way to tell someone their work needs fixing. I like to think of it this way. If my story comes back bleeding red then maybe there is something that I need to rethink. (By the way, to everyone in my critique group, I got rid of my prologue.)
Anyway, as we begin to become more entrenched in our work and in critiquing others, lets all try to be honest and not just nice. In one of my writers groups I'm a part of, a conversation came up about being published. The comment was made that more people out of this particular writers group had been published then any other that they knew of. I really took this heart and I wonder if it's not because, one, we all support each other, but also that everyone is willing to say the truth.