Today I finished reading Drawing The Line by Leonard Critcher. This is Leonard's debut novel. And I think what I read is the second draft. It is a randy coming-of-age novel set in the early sixties.
Leonard moved to Texas and I moved to the Alabama coast. We haven't seen each other in a while. Through the modern miracle of FaceBook we found each other and found out we were both writing novels. He got his ready for critique before me. I salute his perseverance.
I thank Leonard for the opportunity to read and critique. I learned so much about writing from the process. And I set myself up to not make the same mistakes I called to his attention. To do so would be to serve up a big fat lob and be prepared to have it smashed down my throat when he critiques my w-i-p Bon Secour. Leonard and I have been friends for more than thirty-five years. He beat me unmercifully at tennis too many times to count over those years. He's a competitor with a capital "C". I'll pay for being hard on him when it comes time for him to critique.