
Everyone’s a critic. No really, in this critique group I recently joined, the eight other members are all critics. That’s how it works. I shared my first draft with a few friends initially, and that feedback was useful. I was told to expect friends to be a poor choice because they will typically provide nothing but positive feedback in an attempt to motivate. My friends must not be typical. I received some decent feedback on improvement. Still, it’s a different kind of feedback coming from these other writers. And very useful as well. I can see how participating in critique groups is essential for writers who self publish. It serves as a replacement for paying an editor.
I’m going to assume though that I don’t know what I don’t know, and acquire editor services anyway. I meet with one Tuesday afternoon. I’ve been reading a number of self published books, for no other reason other than to judge quality. It shows when writers skip the editing process. I’ve learned in my own career, anything good is never done alone. Good product takes a team. A mix of skills, each bringing their unique qualities. The woman I’ll talk to Tuesday can perform multiple editing services. I’ll see what I can afford out-of-pocket. The publisher would pay for editing in the traditional publishing route-to-market.
I was advised by a writer friend to not feel overly obligated to accept all criticism. I’m not. None of the writers in my critique group are in my techno thriller genre. They don’t get the overly technical descriptions and suggest I delete them. I’ve already dumbed down much of the writing for this reason from the initial feedback from friends, but I’m not going to remove anymore text. I believe readers of techno thrillers enjoy that content. If you think about Tom Clancy, he doesn’t say a guy is holding a gun. He describes the make and model, the year it was produced. Maybe even the production run it came from along with all the known glitches. That’s the techno part. I’ll admit, when I buy some new electronics, I like to read the manual. Some of us just like that stuff.
I have to say, all this writing is taking away from my running. The Boulder Marathon was run this morning. For the first time in maybe six years, I’m not in shape to run a marathon. I could have run the half but drove my in-laws to DIA instead. Such awesome fall weather, I’ll get out later today to run some miles. Ran the East Boulder Trail yesterday with Brit. Ellie might be too tired to run with me. She got in after midnight from her first homecoming dance. She told Brittany after getting home that her friends “had so much fun and danced their asses off.”























































Jen started us out Friday in the Angel Fire Ragnar Trail Relay with a 3.5 mile run on the green loop. As soon as she begins her run, the wind picks up and the skies open up with rain.
















Brit had a bee in her beer at Twisted Pine’s open mic night. For reals. It was nearly empty and she got a free refill. She should have received a full dinner. Brittany has been taking her voice students to perform at Twisted Pine on Tuesday nights for months. Saturday, she drives to Ventura, California to take acting classes through September.




Not sure I feel comfortable writing about my running this week, since I didn’t run. Squeezed in 10 miles yesterday, but went Monday through Friday without getting in any miles period. I like my job. Being a product manager is always interesting, and cyber security is just plain cool. But 13 hour days all week is bullshit. I have hobbies to feed. Hope this week was an anomaly.

















Ellie told me she intends to run Cross Country her freshman year at NHS. Okay then. I recall Brit telling me something similar ten years ago. Long story short, Brit started out the season. She ran some races. Then she dropped out to perform in the school play. The rest is history. But I recall getting a shot at training Brit in preparation for joining a competitive team. These high schools around Boulder County invented cross country. I feel obligated to prepare Ellie this summer to avoid having her embarrass the family name in Colorado running circles. Because really, this is all about me.
Brit and Ellie drove up with me Saturday evening to Silver Plume. We spent the night in the A-Basin Room of this modest B&B, the 







