Another bad review last night.
I know I shouldn't read them, good or bad, but this one came out of the gate hot with the title, Great idea, poor execution!
Ouch. This particular review is my least favorite kind because…well, they're wrong and after reading it, I sit there like a muffin and argue with the air. The wonderful reader that bought my book and to whom I am extremely grateful (that's genuine) decided to pick apart historical pieces of the story and the review was a list of things that he or she felt were inaccurate. There was also a little jab about my "just bad writing" which is opinion and I respect that.
I was whirling around after I read the review and wanted to correct the reviewer's misconceptions about the details of my story. Then it occurred to me that it's not my place to say anything.
It was my job to tell a story, it's not my job to control how people perceive the story or the knowledge they bring to the reading. If this reviewer wants to think there were not sprinklers of any kind in 1929 or that I should have called the ice cream shop by it's full name then those too are his or her opinions.
There have been a few reviews that have flat out said they didn't like my book. I know this sounds odd, but I'm okay with those. Writing is subjective and I don't expect everyone to be thrilled with my stories. I wrote Catalina Kiss almost four years ago, there are parts I'm not even happy with anymore.
It's the pickers, I really need to get used to the pickers. People that for some reason or another need to dislike the book and then make the author wrong. It's a strange grade, test like, sort of review and when I wrote a simple romance, I didn't expect it.
I know I shouldn't read them, but I did. I'm learning and even the bad reviews, even the pickers, are teaching me all sorts of things.
My thoughts from the laundry room. Bed Time.