Reading reviews. The good. The Bad. And the stick a fork in me I’m done.
Before I became a published author, I was told by many author friends not to read my reviews, that it would make me crazy in the end. But I must love to live in a world of insanity because I just can’t help myself.
I sit down at my computer every day and I look and see if a new one has been posted. Why? Because I’m a rebel? A masochist? Screwed in the head?
No. Well, maybe some of the above.
Actually, I read them because they seem to help me realize that I don’t suck, that I am reaching my intended audience, and that the point I wanted to get across in my stories is coming across.
Now, I understand that not everyone is going to like my book, some may even hate…it is as they say all subjective, but everyone is entitled to their opinion, and I think I owe anyone who has taken the time to read what I have written a moment to see how they felt about it. Maybe they loved it and want to read more. Maybe they hated with a fiery passion, either way, I as an author need to know what is hitting home with my readers and what isn’t.
So far I have been lucky and none of the semi-negative reviews have been wanting-to-slit-my-wrists-bad, most have been favorable in fact. Those are the ones that make me smile. Then there are the ones that make me think, “what could have done different to make this reader connect with this story?” The answer, nothing really, my writing isn’t for them, or the story didn’t resonate.
“No two persons ever reads the same book” – Edmund Wilson
The above quote is one of my favorites, and something that I remind myself everytime I dive into a new review.
So during this time of thanks, I want to take a moment and thank everyone who has taken a moment to read my story and leave me their thoughts and opinions. They are truly appreciated.