Asimov on reviews

Reviews… I’ve had a few…but then again, too few to mention. Or rather, Of Night and Light has.

I’m wondering which of Asimov’s groups I’ll fall into when it gets a bad review. Notice I say, WHEN. Not IF. It has to happen.

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Here’s what Asimov says: “From my close observation of writers… they fall into two groups: 1) those who bleed copiously and visibly at any bad review, and 2) those who bleed copiously and secretly at any bad review.”

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N.B. This is not an invitation to test me out.

I’ve been delighted with the reviews. Thank you so much to everyone who’s taken the time.

Here’s one posted on this site:

“Loved the book. I haven’t read a book in years but found this a very easy and compelling read. It has given me the drive to begin reading again. Great stuff.”

That makes my heart leap, honestly it does. Someone read my book and it inspired her to read more. As a writer, I couldn’t ask for any more.

And here’s one newly posted on Amazon:

“This is a great book. Teenagers will love it, as will adults. Really funny but sensitive too. The story is about a problem family which would make any reader, teenager or adult relate. I can remember feeling exactly like Rosa the protagonist in my teenage years. I think it would be a good book for any adult having trouble comprehending how their teenager thinks. Brilliant!”

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I wonder how Asimov might have categorised writers and their reactions to good reviews?

“1) those who bounce with delight copiously and visibly at any good review, and 2) those who bounce with delight copiously and secretly at any good review”?

PLEASE don’t tell me that good reviews should have no positive impact. They DO and I reckon any writer who says differently is a liar.

Just as much as I don’t believe that bad reviews won’t smart and hurt, even if only a little or for a short time (or possibly a lot, for ages…)

It’s the little things

Yes, the little things, and, not wanting to repeat myself…(as if!)

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…which keep me going.

Keep me going in the context of book promotion and belief in myself as a writer. Not keep me going as in…

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(Why aren’t advertisements for laxatives always like this? {Probably because no-one realises they’re advertisements for laxatives!})

Here is a truism for writers everywhere: It’s not that easy keeping up the momentum of getting your work out to an appreciative audience – well, to ANY audience.

For me, it’s a daily act of courage. That might sound a little bit over-dramatic, but I am, after all, a writer. Really, for me, every time I go out there I have to step over, clamber over, drag myself over a massive wall built of insecurity and self-doubt.

Oh, get over it, Caroline.

Get over it I have to.

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Only there are less handholds and footholds. And my legs aren’t that flexible. And my grip’s not that strong. And I haven’t got a safety rope and harness.

So it’s the little things…and they keep on happening, just enough, every day, to keep me going.

Yesterday, a friend at my creative writing class said, broad smile on her face, that she was half way through Of Night and Light and that she’d shown it to her 15-year-old grandson. Grandson, mark you. Like. A TEENAGE BOY. He had started reading it. His first comment: “It’s a bit…girlie.” His second comment, three chapters in: “It’s a real page turner.”

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(That wasn’t one of those little things, it was a huge massive great ENORMOUS thing for me).

Today, the the post office I bumped into a neighbour who’d been given a copy of Of Night and Light by Peter (not me – I was too cowardly!) That was ages ago and nothing had been said, so I’d thought…well, you can imagine all the stories I made up.

Even today, I couldn’t bring myself to mention it. SHE did. Her teenage daughter’s reading it at the moment (a reluctant reader) and finding it fun and fast-moving. And could I give her lots of my promotional postcards because there are two schools where she’s keen to hand them out?

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Thank you, everyone, whose encouragement and positivity keeps my sun shining and me moving onwards and upwards.

Couldn’t do it without you. Or, I could, but it would most likely be a wretched and lonely journey.

I said it was the little things.

I think that’s severely underestimating their power.

 

 

Mad Woman NOT arrested

…on Victoria Station (that’s in London) for wearing rabbit’s ears, (which resembled hare’s ears, honestly, to fit in with the storyline) and handing out postcards to promote Of Night and Light, like a…well, like a MAD WOMAN. Either that or an enthusiastic writer keen to promote her book. Also know as…a mad woman.

Mad Woman nearly chickened out…

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But she was wearing the wrong costume, so adopted a rabbit-caught-in-the-headlights pose instead.

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Mad Woman WOULD have chickened out, except that she was waiting for a friend to arrive while wearing the rabbit’s ears.

It’s very funny how you can be standing on Victoria Station concourse wearing rabbit’s ears and NOBODY gives you a second glance. In fact, nobody gives you a FIRST glance, so wrapped up are they in their own little world of hurrying to get from Point A to Point B, heads bowed, eyes directed to the fascinating beige tiles underfoot.

That is, until you approach them wielding a postcard. Then, mostly, they accelerate.

Then Mad Woman got lucky. A couple behind a couple who accelerated with expressions that said, ‘Do not approach, mad woman!’ said, ‘Awwwwwww, don’t worry! WE’LL take one of your postcards!”

Then Mad Woman got even luckier, encountering a group of similarly mad girls…

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…apparently NOT dressed as zombies, as assumed,  but something to do with a TV show, which could have been Supernatural, but don’t ask me, I’m a mad woman.

They ALL took a postcard and…

Ah, a photo opportunity to end all photo opportunities!

Then, it was time to head off to a meeting, wrapped up in my little world of hurrying to get from Point A to Point B, head bowed, eyes directed to the fascinating beige tiles underfoot.

Only, forgetting I was still wearing the rabbit’s ears.