Last review I'll ever post…

So, here's a two star review for Peter, by yet another reader who somehow expected Clark Kent morality from my writing. The final line about the reader wishing for a "more age appropriate relationship" stung almost as much as their complete misinterpretation of Peter, Alice, both sets of parents, and the purpose of the story itself. Which makes this review really hard to take because Peter's book wasn't judged by the writing, which the reviewer said was good. Peter was judged on the reader's preconceived notions about how abuse victims should behave. So it wasn't my book that was unrealistic. It was the reader's expectations. Doesn't matter. I lose, here's two stars, and fuck Peter, again.

I'm not thanking Gef for this review. I feel gutted and defeated. I can't get you people to talk about abuse and bullying using non-fiction in my blog posts, and based on most of the reactions to my writing, I don't think I'll generate any conversation with my fiction either. So "thanks" to Gef, I'm serious contemplating giving up altogether.

Fuck it. I'm not giving books away for Christmas. I'm not promoting anything. I'm not talking about other issues. I'm just walking away. Fuck it. Maybe I'll come back someday, when I feel like wanting to be misunderstood again.