I've just checked and I joined back in March 2012! Wow!!!! That was ages ago! I remember I was still in college and had just decided I wanted to get serious writing a story I had in mind. I tried other sites, but found some of them had a list of requirements to join, like already being a published writer, and in others I didn't felt exactly welcomed.
Then I tried this one. I must admit it was difficult at first, because I was a kinda bad writer back then (not that I'm a very good one nowadays, but I have improved with the help of everybody around here), so I got a bunch of reviews I didn't like. I mean... I felt quite disappointed. Not that people were mean, they only pointed at my flaws and, because they were many, it hurt. It really hurt.
One day, John Hamler, The Dear John Hamler, reviewed my first chapter, rewrote the first para, and was kinda harsh. He pissed me off so I wrote him back a long reply. To my surprise, when he reviewed chapter two, he added the following note:
"Well, well... I must admit, with some shame, that I do a lot of drive-by reviews. Not because I need the points (although that's part of it) but because I relish reading new (to me) authors and see if they engage me. 90% of the time they brush me off. Especially when I disdain more than applaud. Not a big deal --we're all busy people, of course-- but I do get interested when an author is so involved with the idea of a "lit" community that they feel the need to be effusive in defense of their work. And you, Mariana, were not only effusive. You were eloquent, too.
"So there's that... And that's why I'm back for chapter two"
Eloquent.
Can you believe??? I had written a first chapter he'd catalogued as pre-shit but then my answer had been eloquent. It meant: despite I'd written a first chapter full of opportunity areas (to put it gently), I could write well enough to be considered eloquent when defending my work. More than any other polite encouragement so far received ("you have a story to tell"; "you have a really good story here, you just need to polish it up a bit"; "I remember this story; you've cleaned it up a lot from the last time I saw it", etc.) John's words, that my reply had been eloquent, empowered me. So, I was not such a crappy writer at all, but one who could be eloquent if I put my mind to it.
I then decided no new criticism would ever hurt me again. I would learn from anything any reviewer mentioned, and will write, and rewrite, and rewrite until I produced a decent, publishable story, or the end of the world, whatever came first.
The rest is history, because I finished that story (Amber Eyes) and self-published it in Amazon two year ago. As of today, I've almost reach 800 copies sold, which I recognise is no biggie, but it means 800 people have read my story. What else could a writer ask for? Become rich? Well, yes, but I'm in no hurry. Besides, if I keep working hard, writing a lot, endeavouring to improve, with the help of my fellow writers at TNBW, as our Lord uses to say: "all these thing shall be added on to you".
Kiss,
Gacela