Uncommon Worry

I believe that I might be a bit different in my thought process, than other people…

All right – stop laughing. Yes, I know, I AM differetent in a myriad of ways. That’s why I’m on disability – my inability to think, cope , and react to things the way the majority of the population does. I wasn’t talking about that.

I’m getting closer, and closer, to the time when the Advanced Reader Copy reviewers (of which their is still time for you to be one – ask me how?) Sorry, I diverged there didn’t I? Any who… so soon the ARC’s will go out, and from there reviews will begin to come in.

So in what way am I different? I am afraid that I don’t have enough reviewers . . . not so I have a flood of praise but – well, the opposite. I’m afraid that without a pelethora of reviewers, I won’t have enough critizism. See – told you it was a bit left of normal.

I’m also the guy who didn’t bat an eyelash when my short stories were rejected. I have tried to emphasize, over and over, that I want honest reviews – but it’s not just rhetoric. I like hearing about the things in my writing and tales that people don’t like. Will that information hurt sales? Maybe, but I’m selfish. I am more concerned about how readers interact with my story. I am more interested in why they didn’t like something.

From criticism come growth and betterment. I know you can”t please all the people all the time – nor do I want to. But if I only get reviews that praise the novel, what can I draw from that? I’m perfect (again – I hear that laughter). That my writing is the pinnacle of the literary world? Even if it were true (and don’t for a moment think I believe that) How boring that would be?

I guess, I just wait and worry like every other author since stick was put to clay.