A couple of weeks ago I wrote about an essay I was writing. After quite a bit of cussing and whining (and that was before the marathon), I finished a 2000-word piece I want to sell to a major women’s magazine.

With the exception of the magazine editor who rejected it so far, no one has read it. I would dearly love objective feedback on the piece so I can firm it up and make it super-duper for publication.

Would you take a look? Great! Please choose your feedback from the following list of approved responses:

  • Beth, oh, honey, I was so touched by your experience.
  • Beth, this is perfect. I can’t think of a thing you need to fix.
  • Beth, this is about the strongest essay I’ve read in my life.

Here’s my problem… I’m so connected to this piece and it’s so personal that I can’t bear to share it for a critique. What if you tell me it doesn’t make sense? What if you think it’s long and rambling? Short and confusing? Annoying and self-serving? I want to approach a couple of my profs from journalism school to ask them to help me shape it up, but I’m petrified of what I’m going to hear.

This, of course, is ridiculous. I make my living helping businesses polish their initial ideas and first drafts into strong copy they can be proud of. I know first hand how important an objective review can be. More often than not, I’m the one who walks around with a red pen on a project, suggesting, “Gosh, this is good. And if we rearrange this, it’ll be better!” I know I’ve unintentionally hurt feelings when I come in and completely overhaul a piece that an in-house staffer poured sweat and tears into. I work very, very hard to be respectful and gentle, but I remind people that the better a piece is written, the more effective it’ll be.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I can say that to others, but I sure as heck don’t want to hear it. This is one of the reasons I hesitate about writing a personal book. When I write things that are this honest, it’s painful enough already. I can’t possibly imagine someone plowing through it to find mistakes, missteps and disorganization.

Err. That being said… I know it has to be done. Dear readers, may I call upon you for an honest critique? I’m going to buy some big girl panties from Victoria’s Secret, so I’m ready to hear the truth. Just drop me a note if you’re interested. No, really.