Writers! What a strange capricious fussy creatures we are! We like readers to tell us that our stories and fantastic, wonderful, amazing and exciting. We love praises. But sometimes, we feel... a little tired of praises. Because we know that we are humans (yes, I know it's hard to believe but...), so we can make mistakes. And we begin to think if all of these praises are true. For this reason we catch some unlucky reader and we ask him: "Well, I know you really enjoy my story but... please, tell me the truth. Do you change anything?" "Eh... no, no, I like your story, I think that the characters and the argument are..." "Yes, yes, I know, they are completely wonderful. But please, don't worry, and be honest. Perfection doesn't exist,I know, so if there is something that you think is wrong, you can tell me, we are friends, aren't we?" "Well... maybe that scene... I liked it, but, Don't you think is a little crazy because...?" "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING ABOUT MY FANTASTIC STORY?! ARRRGGH!" And at this point we, the writers, can't avoid exploding and eating that stupid reader who thinks that our splendid story it's not good enough. They criticize our work because they don't know how hard it is! But, I have to admit that, some days after we begin to think that, maybe (only maybe) that unlucky reader was right. And weeks after, we realize that he (or she) was absolutely right and his (or her) idea had changed for the better our story! However, it's too late for the reader (who is dead, of course) and the only thing that we can do in order to be grateful to him (or her) is... putting flowers on his grave. How sad! Don't you think so? I haven't mentioned that yet but the writer's life is hard. Too hard.