And just as the king died a sad man, our work will die in the slushpile, and we will never know why. If even one of the handsome men who had visited the princess had told her of her nose, it would have been as if he had given her riches beyond imagination. Because then, she could have taken the rare jewels, sold them, and found a good, Beverly Hills plastic surgeon. Her problems would have been over. But none of the young men was honest enough with her to tell her the truth, and none of them cared enough about her other beautiful points to help her be all she could be.
Critiques are like the rich tapestries and rare gems of the above story.
Critiques are gifts, given to a writer by someone who cares enough, for one reason or the other, to want that writer to succeed. Perhaps because someone cared enough to comment on their work in it s fledgling stages and they remember. Perhaps because they love writing so much they feel a kindred spirit in the person s work they hold. Perhaps because they simply would like to see one more person succeed and realize their dream. Whatever the reason, it s a gift of honor and respect toward a writer.