I don’t know how to do it.
I know, rationally, that it makes me a better writer. I know. I know. I know. I try my best not to let my feelings show publicly when I hear feedback. I think I’m generally well-behaved on that account. Even when I know the criticism is right, it still hurts. And leaves me confused. Of course creating anything is leaving yourself vulnerable. Maybe the trick is not to show anyone what you’ve created until perhaps a good six months later, when the emotional rawness has faded and any criticism you get is not directed at you, but at the you of six-months ago.
But it’s so difficult! All you want to do when you create something is share it with EVERYONE. Shout it from the rooftops of the world. Let everyone in and have them love you.
Of course it’s stupid. I didn’t say it wasn’t. It’s just how you feel.
Corollary: I don’t know how to re-write. I don’t know how to edit. I don’t know what makes something ‘good’.
I do it- but I don’t really know what I’m doing.
And that’s why I study and work. Because hopefully I’ll figure these things out one day.