Once upon a time, there was a guy who asked a lady if she would crit his novel. [EDIT: The lady asked the guy to do likewise, btw, but that's another story.] Both were decent writers, so both were confident that the crit by the lady would really help the guy. . .except, that didn't happen.
Instead, the lady--this nice lady--began to, um, rewrite the guy's novel.
She erroneously thought her ideas were better. She arrogantly believed she could tell his story better.
As one might imagine, the guy became, shall we say, miffed, and things got a little out of hand.
The fallout wasn't purdy, as they say.
(Spoiler alert!!!!!
) Our story has a happy ending. After nearly ripping their own hair out, and threatening each other with bodily harm (not really), after days of back-and-forth emailing, explaining, apologizing, laughing and crying (only the lady cried, as far as she knows), the guy realized he'd been remiss for not defining his expectations beforehand, and the really,
really nice lady realized she'd been remiss for overstepping her boundaries. . .(secretly thinking, Not my fault, he didn't set any! But that's incidental to this story.)
The End