What I needed from my Beta
readers:
·
They couldn’t be
overly nice. Writing has to develop and grow—“It’s all great,” won’t make that
happen.
·
They had to point
out the weaknesses, the things that dropped them out of the narrative.
·
They had to tell
me the truth. Will the parts make up a greater whole?
What I’ve gotten back from
them so far—the gamut between great, insightful responses and…nothing.
My husband has been my first
reader ever since I became brave enough to let someone else in on my writing.
He started out his college
career as an English literature major before the sciences won him over. He has always been an avid reader of science
fiction and fantasy, as well as history and economics, to name a few of his
interests. I trust his experience and expertise. He’ll always be my first
reader, but I needed more variety.
Since I’ve waited a few years
to get to this point with my first novel, I figured I had to count my adult sons
among my Beta readers. It would be a stretch; they spent their teen years
playing video games and reading science fiction and fantasy novels like their
dad. What I’ve written wouldn’t be their cup of tea, but I would especially
value remarks related to dialogue and current technological aspects. They were
good sports and agreed to give it a go.
I chose two other readers who
have roots in the Bishop Hill/Galva area. Both of these people are knowledgeable
readers with writing experience. I wanted them to let me know if the tone and
themes rang true, or if I went too far off base to be believable.
My husband got back to me
first with corrections and suggestions. He probably felt a little pressure, but
it worked out for me. I used his feedback right away.
My kids got started, but
didn’t finish. I need to find out how far they’d gotten before their work and
travel got in the way.
Another reader got part way
through, but couldn’t finish because of a variety of things that included
having a body part replaced. Ouch! She still gave me some good stuff.
The last reader is MIA. To be
fair, she warned me. But it’s in my nature to be ever hopeful.
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