Here are my recent out of pocket costs for prescription drugs:
 
January – $400
February - $600
March - $800
April - $1600
 
To be clear, I have insurance (Medicare Parts A & B, with a supplemental prescription drug policy, costing an additional $300/month). Without insurance, these drugs would cost even more.
 
Every month this year the price of these drugs has skyrocketed. If my husband was still working and if I was still covered under his company’s group plan, I would be paying about $200/month for these drugs. Private insurers can and do negotiate prices with drug companies.
 
The government on the other hand is prohibited by Congress from negotiating with drug companies. If you are over 65 and on Medicare, you are out of luck. Why? Because the drug companies give congressmen millions and millions of dollars to keep them in office. They are paid to vote to protect the profits of the drug companies.
 
The US is the only industrialized nation in the world that prohibits negotiation on drug prices for government sponsored health insurance.
 
I can’t wait to see what they’ll charge me in May. The fact is they can charge anything they want.

Writing is a lonely venture. It entails long hours of solitude and the agony of wrestling with demons and self-doubt.

So the opportunity to give and receive feedback with other writers is (mostly) a welcome one. The important thing is partaking in this blood sport with fellow writers you trust, whose work you admire, who make your work better and who are receptive to your thoughts about their work.   That's a lot of qualifications. Such writers do exist, but it's clear that I am very picky when it comes to whom I enjoy giving and taking criticism.

For the ​​27th Annual UW Writers Institute, I've been tasked with critiquing the work of a number of writers I've never met. Aside from their names and the ten pages of manuscript they each have submitted I know nothing about them. I don't know how long they've been writing, how new or successful they've been, or even if these ten pages are all they have or simply the beginning of a completed seven book series. I don't know if a particular writer is 17 or 70. (The writing itself doesn't always give me a hint of age.)

Nonetheless, that's my job: to do my best in reviewing these ten pages and offering my thoughts.

It's a daunting challenge - akin to commenting on a friend's newborn baby Even the ugliest child deserves a kind comment. It's important to be honest and frank, but it's also important not to damage a fragile and earnest soul who may be the next Jack Kerouac. Besides, I just could be wrong in my assessment. I have never enjoyed reading James Joyce, for instance, so what does that say about me?

Some of the manuscripts I've received are utterly brilliant, so much so that I find it difficult to offer any comment at all other than, "Wow"  Wow isn't a particularly helpful critique and it doesn't fill the two written pages and thirty minutes of conversation that the submitter has paid for. For at least two of the writers currently on my docket, I am having a very difficult time figuring out anything to say other than Wow. They have awed me with their command of the craft.

There are a couple of writers whose work is perhaps less than awe-inspiring, to my reading tastes, that is. And yet, that doesn't mean they don't have a story to tell. I struggled with the craft of writing for years. I still do. It's not easy. Taking the plunge at all is difficult. Finding gentle ways to help guide new or clumsy writers is important. I had my mentors. Writers who saw something in what I was trying to do that wasn't quite there yet. Without their encouragement and their criticism, I never would have attained the (limited) heights I have.

Critiquing other writers makes me a better writer. That's something I learned as a member of various writing groups over the years.

I can only hope I have something to offer these writers, that I will meet next week. ​​​