That's right. I said it. Forget modesty in the pit I like to call manuscript critique. I'm getting slammed with statements calling me out as a crappy kid lit writer when it comes to the poetry I submitted. So I revised. And it looks like that round of edits only got me more "suck." Granted, my critiques offered some very valid points that I wholeheartedly plan on addressing, but let's just say the tone of the critiques has left me wondering if there might be one dream less worth pursuing.
So I have three choices:
1) Put my big girl panties back on, smile pretty, and REVISE, REVISE, REVISE. Focus on the fact that I while I know my current kid lit project might not ever win an award if/when it's published, that at least I know the intended audience does like what I have to say.
2) Take a good hard look at my strengths and weaknesses as a writer. I know I've got a good thing going on with my journalism background, bylines to make my mother proud, and this snappy blog. And I'm plenty proud of my memoir/momoir/bookumentary/whatever-the-hell-you-want-to-call-it Baby Ph(f)at book in the works. But these strengths do not necessarily mean that I know diddly (or have the talent needed to make up for any stated lack of knowledge) regarding writing for children.
3) Put the kid lit on the back burner and let it stew for a while so I can gather my bearings. This is my first attempt at criticism for this particular project from someone not bound by loyalty or blood and it's been a brutal wake up call. I'm not intending to let one bully on the playground scare me off the tire swing, but before I do anything, I need to figure out if I even want back on the damned thing.