Sometimes I feel like that robot. Reading blogs, craft books, websites, going to conferences, writers groups, and bookstores. Input, input! Whew, I'm exhausted. I begin to question. Am I retaining all this material? Is it making a difference in my writing?
In the midst of rejections and critiques, a letter stands out like a diamond among chunks of coal...an acceptance. Someone seeks me out and requests that I critique THEM! I look at my earlier work and see the growth. I guess all the input is paying off.
We don't always see our own progress. Maybe we can't absorb details as fast as the movie robot, but we learn line upon line, precept upon precept. It's in there, and one day we realize how far we've come.