Well, Mark, I have to say, you have more empathy for other people than anyone else here, and likely more than I've seen in anyone at all before. And you do help keep us civilized. To the extent we need it, we can always count on you to deliver. Maybe you'll be defending me one of these days; I don't know. But if that happens, it will be because of something I needed to see and didn't, because I have only my own perspective on the work, and that's one of the things I'm here for. I need outside perspective. We all do.
I have read it many, many times in private messages and e-mails from writers "here" taking a long breather from writing out of exasperation over never getting it right or because they feel (due to comments) they just don't have it in them or they are just not getting enough "positive" feedback.
If someone gives up writing because of some sharp criticism, or because they didn't get enough compliments to make them happy, then they need to find another hobby anyway. If a person has the drive within themselves to write, they may -- no, they
will -- get hurt, but they'll get over it and get better at it, because they
can't stop.
There's a worse thing than harsh criticism: silence. I can filter useful criticism from whatever package it's delivered in, but the times I really get bothered is when I put something up for comment and get
nothing at all. I've had that happen, and it just leaves me wondering, was it so good they couldn't think of a thing to say to improve it? or is it so bad they couldn't think of a thing to say in its defense? To me, getting nothing is far worse than getting blistered.
So,
my way of expressing empathy is to try to make
some kind of comment, and if it comes out harsh, it's still meant to help. And, I believe that there are cases in which no amount of tip-toeing and sugar-coating can make bad news palatable to another writer, and I wouldn't want that treatment for myself. I'm not here to get my ego massaged, or to provide that service for others. It actually disturbs me somewhat that you might wish for us to censor ourselves. This is who we are. And you've seen me put the heat on people, but you've also seen me gush like puppy-love over stories that I like; you've seen me as well in the middle ground, as, "Maybe this could be changed so that that other thing would work better."