An old friend gave me some notes on my script over the weekend. They were fucking excellent. I know this because I didn’t get defensive. I didn’t curse her out. I didn’t start picking my face. I knew they were right. It was like having an infection and someone offers you antibiotics. You fucking take them. Great notes are like gold. They’re like a rope ladder, a nest of threads, clouds moving over the moon. Gratitude, Queen.
How well do you take notes?
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Betsy Lerner 
“How well do you take notes?”
Pretty damn well. They are always of value.
I have to go now. I’m hearing what sounds like gunfire right outside my building. That is notable, but it’s not the same kind of note.
I love getting feedback. I’ve been working with another author, and we read for one another, and there hasn’t been one instance where I didn’t gain something from her input.
That was me.
No different than a comedian testing out his material. Does it resonate? Did you hit the mark? I always appreciate feedback.