Am I, or am I not, an author? Am I a writer? This week, I didn't think so.
I got my critique back and it was less than stellar. I didn't expect the reviewer to tell me how wonderful I was -- although that
would have been nice -- but there was very little the reviewer claimed to like. Even in the section of the critique called "Strengths." Ouch. And it was marked up in red pen. Double ouch. And the reviewer's handwriting leaves much to be desired so it takes some perseverance to decipher it. Triple ouch.
So I did the big girl thing. I went in my room and bawled like a baby. My family tried consoling me by telling me the reviewer was wrong, my novel is great. Of course I answered them like a big girl. "You have to say that. You love me!" That's what I tried to say between sobs, anyway.
Now that I've calmed down a bit, I am able to be slightly more objective. I can see that the
idiot who critiqued me reviewer was definitely NOT in my target audience. I can also tell that person probably doesn't
read paranormals or cozies very often, if at all. The reviewer did have a few suggestions I might incorporate, but I might not. I don't know yet.
I do know that I need to find a reviewer who doesn't "love me" who is in my target audience, or at least is familiar with the sub-genre I've selected.
My change of attitude has answered my question in a way that all the love, support, and encouragement from
my family and friends never could. I am a writer. I am going to be a successful author. I'm not going to let one person's opinion matter so much. Especially someone who isn't anywhere near my target audience.
I will keep writing!