Truth be told, that reviewer could use a good kick in the pants. She even knew she was doing wrong, otherwise she wouldn't have written that part about the head up and eyes shining. And all I could think about was how she was trying to black your eye/give you a shiner. Granted, I wrote similar reviews myself when I was younger (God, I was so self-righteous. By the time my conscience magically reappeared after years of absence, it was almost enough to make me wish my mother had drowned me at birth). But that doesn't make it easier for the rest of the world to stomach.
I thought I'd just take the time to mention that your writing's worth something. I risk self-righteousness by writing this, but I think your voice is strong, insightful, and thought-provoking. I think it's wonderful. I also think that you've got a lot of young would-be authors looking up to you, wanting to read you, while at the same time being shaped by you and what you write. Your writing doesn't avoid real life; it emulates it, while throwing in a bit of the fantastic to keep us on our toes. So, even though you're over being upset (sorry for digging at something better left healed), I applaud you for continuing to write, despite all of the people who weren't drowned at birth, or at the very least roasted over hot coals, out there. I'm not your friend, so you can't think that I'm just saying this (and after that crack about the coals, aren't you glad you don't know me?). And heaven forbid anyone accuse me of brown-nosing; that went out with JTT way back in the early 90s. I raise my coffee mug to you, and bite my thumb in The Reviewer's general direction. She'll grow out of it.
Have a lovely evening, and my best to you and your mom.
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timeasmymeasure
"Keep your eyes shining"
Date: 2005-03-25 09:05 pm (UTC)Truth be told, that reviewer could use a good kick in the pants. She even knew she was doing wrong, otherwise she wouldn't have written that part about the head up and eyes shining. And all I could think about was how she was trying to black your eye/give you a shiner. Granted, I wrote similar reviews myself when I was younger (God, I was so self-righteous. By the time my conscience magically reappeared after years of absence, it was almost enough to make me wish my mother had drowned me at birth). But that doesn't make it easier for the rest of the world to stomach.
I thought I'd just take the time to mention that your writing's worth something. I risk self-righteousness by writing this, but I think your voice is strong, insightful, and thought-provoking. I think it's wonderful. I also think that you've got a lot of young would-be authors looking up to you, wanting to read you, while at the same time being shaped by you and what you write. Your writing doesn't avoid real life; it emulates it, while throwing in a bit of the fantastic to keep us on our toes. So, even though you're over being upset (sorry for digging at something better left healed), I applaud you for continuing to write, despite all of the people who weren't drowned at birth, or at the very least roasted over hot coals, out there. I'm not your friend, so you can't think that I'm just saying this (and after that crack about the coals, aren't you glad you don't know me?). And heaven forbid anyone accuse me of brown-nosing; that went out with JTT way back in the early 90s. I raise my coffee mug to you, and bite my thumb in The Reviewer's general direction. She'll grow out of it.
Have a lovely evening, and my best to you and your mom.