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Week 8 Comments and Feedback

I have received a lot of good feedback on my writing this semester! Honestly, I think that sometimes, the shorter comments tend to be more useful. Some of the longer comments just have filler to make the comment long enough to count. Other than that, I have really received good feedback for my writing, and I think I've been able to improve a lot. I think the biggest thing I've gotten is to use more dialog between characters. I didn't have a lot in my early stories, but I think the dialog in my later stories has really improved.

I've tried to give everyone I comment on good and helpful feedback. I've tried to find positive things to try to have people extrapolate from and build on to improve their writing, rather than simply just say something is bad. From giving others feedback, I think I've gotten ideas for how to change my own writing style.

I feel like I've gotten to know some of the people in the class a little better, although there are several other students that I knew previously. I actually learned a few things about them through their introductions, even a person I've known for almost 10 years. I think the introductions and comments on them were a really good part of the class, and did a great job of making the class feel more personal.

Going forward, I want to try to continue being as helpful and constructive as possible with my comments! It's no use commenting on people's posts only being negative the whole time, I want to have all of my comments be positive, even if I'm telling people ways to change their writing. I like the way my blog is going, and I don't really think I'm going to make any large changes.

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Just like looking in the mirror in the morning, feedback can be very discomforting. I think an important part of feedback is framing in a way that isn't confrontational or aggressive, but rather sincere and constructive. 

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  1. Hey Callum. You are absolutely right about your dialogue. In your later stories, it had gotten to be really good. It isn’t blocky or fake sounding, rather, it reads more like how a conversation would sound. Your view on feedback is really similar to my own. No one will use feedback if it is given in a way that can be misconstrued as condescending.

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