I'm working through the stuff for writing group right now. I've really evolved in my approach to critique. I almost wrote "changed" rather than "evolved", but that's not true. As Adam and I were drunkenly eating Yogurt Park last night, I found myself musing about how we change far less than we evolve, and realize to a greater degree what we are and who we've always been. But I digress.

I used to be a lot nicer, more diplomatic, lead with something positive. Now I'm take-no-prisoners. I'm not at all cruel or cutting in my approach to critique; if anything, I'm far more bloodless than in days past. If you give me your manuscript, expect to see red. That's just the way it is.