The Evil Troll Inside My Head
Read my first negative review of ODS yesterday--"readable but irritating" was the nicest thing that reviewer said. Mind you, I've had great reviews so far, but I've dismissed them (oh, the publisher probably paid them, that site never gives anyone a bad review, that reviewer just wants me to like her...etc . etc. etc.). In fact, the only one I really think was spot on --you guessed it--was that negative review.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?????
I can only imagine what it must be like to be truly famous and be savaged. Think of the reviews of Gigli. I am shuddering. Thank God I have the comfort of rationalizing that no one (or at least very few) will read that review.
Unfortunately, since the reviewer was right, I also fear that EVERY reviewer will see the same weaknesses she did.
Out, out evil troll! Get the hell out of my head!
He he he, says the evil troll, rubbing its hands with glee.
Grrr.
I will take a tip from my nearest and dearest and stand in front of the mirror and tell myself that I am terrific (take that, evil troll!) and my book is terrific (and that!) and you have no power over me (and that!).
And eventually you-know-who will slink back into the muck inside my head, chastened, quieted, but still there. Waiting. Whispering. And soon I'll have to whack it down again.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Right now, I'd better go find that mirror.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?????
I can only imagine what it must be like to be truly famous and be savaged. Think of the reviews of Gigli. I am shuddering. Thank God I have the comfort of rationalizing that no one (or at least very few) will read that review.
Unfortunately, since the reviewer was right, I also fear that EVERY reviewer will see the same weaknesses she did.
Out, out evil troll! Get the hell out of my head!
He he he, says the evil troll, rubbing its hands with glee.
Grrr.
I will take a tip from my nearest and dearest and stand in front of the mirror and tell myself that I am terrific (take that, evil troll!) and my book is terrific (and that!) and you have no power over me (and that!).
And eventually you-know-who will slink back into the muck inside my head, chastened, quieted, but still there. Waiting. Whispering. And soon I'll have to whack it down again.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Right now, I'd better go find that mirror.
Labels: annie solomon, annie's world, evil trolls, romance writer, romantic suspense author
posted by Annie Solomon at
8:18 AM
4 Comments:
As someone who not only writes but also frequently reviews books I find it difficult to offer criticism without feeling like I might be hurting an authors feelings. That alone keeps me from accepting & reading books which are not in my favored genre's; maybe your writing style just didn't match up with the reviewers reading style.
thanks for the tip, cm. Truth is, it doesn't matter what the reviewer said. I only hear the bad stuff! So its definitely my psychotic problem. As for criticism hurting authors' feelings, there are ways to be critical that are also respectful, and that's what really matters. But it's cool to hear from someone on the other side of the fence. Thanks for stopping by.
Meankitty thinks you're pretty terrific. Except for the not-owning-cats part!
Jody
MK! So glad to hear from a fan, even if its a furry one...
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