I believe there is a comparison between creating a novel and having a child. Although I carried my little lump around for 6 years, when I held a real book in my hand it felt like my own child that I knew and loved.
I created it.
So precious, so beautiful.
Once it’s born you wait for the reviews. “So cute!” “Looks just like you!”
So, every so often, I visit my Amazon page and see if a new one has been posted. I can see the review count at the top of the page and, when the count has gone up, I freeze…
Then, I nervously scroll down and read it…
Are they going to tell me my baby is ugly? :-O
I’ve had 20 reviews and so far, so good. When I read them I smile, say “Thank you God,” and feel happy that people liked my story. All that effort was worth it.
They think my baby is cute.
I love reading. I have always been fascinated with an authors imagination and the incredible ability to create stories. I especially love those ‘special’ books, the ones when, late at night, I’m tired and say: “Get to the end of this chapter Lisa, then you can sleep,” then I keep reading, “Just one more chapter…”
I wanted to write a story like that, a story that would be hard to put down.
Did I achieve it? I’m not sure yet. It is still early days.
Every book, even the best ones, get good and bad reviews. One day, I will receive a bad one.
It lurks there now, waiting…
Your book is ugly.
I don’t like your book.
How will I feel when I read it? I honestly don’t know. I do understand that all comments, especially the critical ones, become part of the learning process. This is my first novel and like any new author, we improve with time and experience.
I say that now, trying to sound strong!
I will let you know my reaction when it happens 😉 It will make for a funny blog!
Although a few of my Amazon reviews are from people I know, the majority are from strangers. Thank you! If you happen to be reading this, I really appreciate your feedback and for taking the time to put up a review. It means the world to me xx
Have any of you received a bad review? What did it feel like? Were you sad, angry or hurt?
What should I be prepared to feel?