Showing posts with label humility. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humility. Show all posts

Thursday, May 9, 2013

For the Writer: Expect Criticism



If you write for a larger audience than family and friends, expect criticism. Not everyone is gonna like the things you say nor the way you say them. Several thoughts come to mind when considering how to deal with criticism. 

View every form of criticism as a learning experience.

Critique partners offer constructive suggestions on how to improve our writing. Readers sometimes offer harsh criticism on comment forums and review sites. Regardless the origin or intent of the one delivering criticism, his words can be turned into pure gold, if we view them as a way to grow, both as a writer and as a person. How is this possible? 

Pray first then practice humility.

I'll be the first to admit--criticism, whether intended to help or to hurt, can prick the heart and make me wanna kick the dog, if I had one. But if I'm always trying to defend my words or blubbering the injustice of criticism to others, I'm stuck. I'll never grow. And I'm investing precious energy venting rather than creating and tweaking. The best remedy I've found for dealing with the sting of criticism is prayer.

When you feel that stab of pain, take a deep cleansing breath and run to the Lord. Vent with Him, if need be, then ask Him to give you wisdom as you process the reader's words. If you sense the Lord leading you to reply, let humility guide your response. Often, a simple "thank you" for sharing your thoughts is enough to let the reader know you value his input. 

Choose wisely.

We need not address every reader concern, only those God leads us to interact with. Even the harshest comment may have a bit of truth behind it. And often, pain. While we may not be called as therapists, we are called to be sensitive to the needs of others. Hurtful words often come from a hurting heart. At other times, harsh words are the reader's way of struggling for answers. Rarely, is s/he attacking you as a person. The attack may very well be aimed at what you stand for. 

If the reader is challenging your faith, this may be a good opportunity to provide more witness. Again, let the Lord be your guide. Sometimes, a quiet prayer for the reader is all that's required. This, too, is an act of humility. And self-control. 

But most of all . . . love.

Allow yourself to grow as your reader audience grows. Learn to view every form of criticism as a learning experience fueled by prayer and met with humility, wisdom, self control, and love.



Thursday, November 8, 2012

A Work in Progress


I wanted it so badly I could taste it. I had studied the guidelines, examined the reader profile, and scanned back issues. I was ready. Setting fingers to keyboard, I delved into writing an article for a well-known Christian magazine. My first major break into the market. The editor had accepted my query and now I meticulously crafted each word to fulfill promises made. After several edits, I clicked the "send" button, releasing my precious fledgling into cyber-space. I took a deep breath and uttered a prayer, "Please, Lord, let this article make it into print, but not my will, Thine be done."

Waiting on God
           
I knew it could be weeks before I received a reply. As much as I wanted this publishing credit, I made a deliberate choice to place the outcome in the Lord's hands.
           
Two months later, while typing another article, I noticed the little red flag on my mailbox waving at me from the corner of the computer monitor. After clicking onto the tiny icon, a message popped up from the editor I had been anxious to hear from. Suddenly my fingers froze on the mouse, afraid to move and actually confirm my worse fear: REJECTION! "Oh God, help me accept Your will for this article, whatever it might be," I agonized.
           
Glued to the screen, I sat in shock as I read his assessment. While the article had several good thoughts, it was not what he had expected from the query and was too much like what the magazine had recently covered.
           
Caving in to frustration and anger, I closed the lid of my laptop and pouted my way to the hot tub, joining my husband for a soak. Hesitating to admit another literary defeat, I stuffed my agitation and asked how his day had gone. After a few routine exchanges, I was ready to spill my guts. Feeling better, I grabbed a towel and walked back into the house. The laptop sat on the desk, mocking me, as if to jeer, "Ah, you thought you could serve God and make some income doing what you love best! Who do you think you're kidding? Why don't you just give up?
           
Repulsed, I turned to walk away, but another voice intercepted. Eileen, you could email the editor again, admit your mistakes, and request a second chance. He did say you had some good thoughts. Why not give it a try?

Humbling My Heart
           
Flipping the lid to the laptop, I clicked the reply button. As I stared at the blank screen, I prayed for guidance to form my words. Satisfied by my effort, I sent the message and went about my business, never expecting to hear from this editor again. I had almost forgotten about the whole thing when one day I received a reply. One of those "too-good-to-be-true" messages! The editor told me that after reading my email, he had a stronger sense that my article might be something they could use after all. He admitted that in the six years he had worked for this magazine, he had never re-read an article once he had rejected it.
           
Feeling genuinely humbled and grateful to God, I typed a response thanking him for his reconsideration of my work. Two months later, I received a phone call from this same editor stating that the article approval committee had accepted my piece and a contract would be in the mail. Not only had God allowed me to get a cherished story out to the public, supplying some additional income, but He had provided much more than that--a lesson in humility and trust, and the knowledge that just like my writing, I am a work in progress.

Aging Gratefully

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