I got workshopped today. It was okay. Kind of what I expected, with some helpful suggestions. And the instructor pointed out one of my horrible writing tics/habits that I have yet to overcome (my tendency to overstate –to which she asked, “I’m taking it that you’re making this a YA (young adult) novel?”–I replied, “NO. You’re horrifying me with that comment though!”). But I had to know these things–it was all good and useful.
But one student came up to me afterwards and said “What you did with your narration and how you overstate things reminded me of Dan Brown’s writing.”
You know, Dan Brown as in the author of the insipid “DaVinci Code.” Dan Brown, as in the modern example of horrible writing. She said THAT, after our conversation a couple weeks ago on exactly the same topic–of how I abhorred Dan Brown and think he’s the worst writer known writer out there. So I can’t say she didn’t know how this would affect me.
I’m never going to forget THAT feedback EVER.
In hindsight I wish I had said, with the same smile she had on her face, “You know, you LOOK like a nice person….!”
But instead all I did was squirm and say “I can’t believe you said that–that…that that is so rude!”