I’m one of the more organized people I know. I’m usually early for things. Tonight, I’ll attend a regular meeting of the SF/F Writer’s Group of which I’m a member. There’s only one story to critique, and it arrived in my mailbox several days ago.
I still haven’t critiqued it. I’m going to take it out to the patio now and redline it.
I tell myself that critiques are important. My actions speak louder than my thoughts.