Tuesday, January 19, 2010
I can read bad reviews no problem. As long as they are for somebody else's book.
With only 14 days to go (but who's counting - I'd get one of those countdown-widgety things but I'm sure I'd just sit staring at it) until DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS officially debuts, I'm furtively scanning the web for my first bad review which I will then attempt not to read under any circumstances. I'm right in the middle of my WIP (which is going swimmingly, thanks for asking) and that first scathing review will cause me to doubt every word that comes out of my laptop. But I know it will come. And I will crumble.
I have a confession to make - I read the bad reviews that other YA books get. A lot of them are the result of people in a bad mood, or people who don't understand YA or people who are just so depressed about their own writing that they can only lash out at someone who has a book in print. But some of them make valid points. Points about characterization or the pace of the plot. Points about love at first sight and the unrealistic expectation a lot of modern YA imposes on readers. Points that I'm trying to incorporate into my new book. I can learn a lot about writing from reading what isn't working for actual readers. As long as they're not talking about my baby.
In other news, pub house buddy Jen Nadol had her book birthday for the awesome The Mark today!
Yay! She's giving away all sorts of cool stuff on her blog, so if you want to win a free book or giftcard, head on over there and enter.
And in other other news, I also started Tweeting. I'm not very good at it, but feel free to follow me anyway. Just click on the link on the sidebar over there ------------------->
WIP Word Count: 39,951 ( That is ridiculous. I must get to 40k by the end of the day.)
Line of the day: I said nothing as he bent down and pressed his lips against mine in a kiss that felt like it was seventeen years overdue.
On this date: In 1953, Lucy gives birth to Little Ricky.