I have really mixed feelings about this. On one hand, I adore seeing my book baby in the hands of the audience for which it was intended - teens.* I've already gotten some really sweet, amazing, precious reviews. I even cried once or twice.
But you know how these things go, right?
Life isn't always sunshine and kittens. Bad reviews will come, sooner rather than later. I try to keep an open mind, be objective, have a thick skin. There's absolutely NO WAY everyone can love it, or even like it. Taste is subjective. I like dark chocolate, you like milk. I'm a fan of Doctors #11 and #10, but you might chicken fight me to the death over #9.
|Doctors 9, 10 and 11, respectively.|
You can't argue with someone's opinion. (Or Matt Smith's hair.)
A friend said to me today, "I love you, but when it comes to this stuff, you know you're a glass half-empty kind of girl." I like to think I'm a realist. If I keep my reactions "zen" and don't swing too far up or down, maybe the lows won't be so low. I wish I could say I have a coping mechanism in place for the bad days. I don't really, but I anticipate it'll involve a lot of rocking back and forth and Italian take out.
So there are today's insecurities laid bare for you, dear reader.
Thanks for listening.
*Do not doubt for one second that it was also written for grown ups. Because it WAS. :D