I envy writers who can thrive in groups. Authors who can happily share their dailies with other storytellers of the same ilk.
Yes, I’m entirely jealous of the whole constructive criticism game.
While intellectually I get it, Anxiety Gremlin inside my brain is violently opposed to any such exchange. Oh, I can force myself to do it, but I come out the other side so scarred and belittled I seriously consider never writing again.
I despise many aspects of myself, but none so much as this cowardice borne of gremlins.