Well, here we are at my first real blog post. With my debut novel Sidekick launching June 1st, I’ve been meaning to start a blog and contribute to it regularly…but I haven’t. It has taken me awhile to figure out why. I mean, I’m a writer. I have things to say – hopefully things that other people want to read – and I enjoy sharing my observations about really important stuff like, say, Wonder Woman. So I’ve been perplexed as to why I just haven’t gotten started.
Then it hit me.
I’m afraid of trolls.
Yes, I admit it. I am afraid of all those people out there who type nasty comments into their computers and press Enter without giving a second thought to the people they are crushing on the other end. Now, I don’t really consider myself a delicate flower (although suddenly I can hear my best friend’s laughter ringing in my ears). I can take criticism. In fact, I do really appreciate thoughtful feedback. I always want to be a better writer. Heck, while we’re at it, I want to be a better person too. And I have used criticism I have received in the past from writing competitions – even when it’s been harsh – to improve my skills. So that doesn’t bother me. What worries me are those anonymous people distanced by an ocean of technology lying in wait to attack as soon as I dip my big toe into the waters that lay between us.
But then a really wonderful thing happened. I got my first bad review!
Let me back up. A couple of weeks ago Sidekick was put onto Goodreads, a nerve-wracking prospect for any author let me tell you. It wasn’t long after that I got my first handful of reviews, and they were wonderful, truly wonderful. I couldn’t have picked better readers for my book. I felt like a spot had been reserved on Cloud Number Nine just for me. But in the back of my mind, there was a little fear niggling. Realistically, I knew that not everyone would love my book, and it was just a matter of time before one them cleared his or her throat and stepped forward. Well, they say monsters live in the dark, and that is certainly true. My first bad review appeared one day, and guess what? I survived. I know. I’m shocked too. And not only did I survive, but I also feel like I have been set free. I mean, if I can take a bad review, I can certainly take an anonymous hater lashing out at a blog post.
So here I am. Blogging. Happily. And I look forward to making really important observations about really important topics…like Wonder Woman.
I will say, however, that I’ve only had the one bad review. If I get two, well, then I may have to retreat back under the bed.