My fourteen year old son is a poet. He recently joined the Colorado Springs Fiction Writers Group Tuesday group (there’s a mouthful for you). Josh is the youngest member to ever join (beating out Amy by a couple of months). I was a little skeptical with him becoming a member. Our group’s fantastic, but thorough (not to mention a little blood thirsty).
At the very first meeting he put all my concerns to rest. He listened to his poetry critiques with interest and took more notes than I think I did all through school. When it came to critiques he was in there like a seasoned pro, touching on points he felt could be stronger and praising aspects he liked.
Now why can’t everything go this smooth?