Week 8 Comments and Feedback

I feel like I have benefited from everyone's comments. Things in my writing that I didn't notice beforehand. They also pointed out things that needed some adjusting visually with my storybook. I've been appreciative of the feedback from everyone.

I've felt pretty confident with my feedback towards everyone else. I just hope that people return the favor for the most part.

Looking back over my Introduction post, I was satisfied. I have noticed that I associate people's stories with their introductions. A lot of the time I remember the intros I've seen and it helps me place the stories.

I think I should start posting a question in my comment wall when I want to know what people think about a specific thing. If it's the latest story, or how they felt about a character's development. Whatever it is that I want other's opinions on.

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