You know what’s new these days? Readers. I have readers now, people who buy my books, read them, and once in a while review them. How cool is that?
Now, some readers… a few, actually… don’t like one of my books. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not complaining. I believe that every reader has a first amendment right to interpret a story however they want to. So I don’t criticize any reader, ever, no exceptions. If they don’t like it, then they don’t like it. Period.
All you can say is, well, I hope you find something out there to enjoy.
One young lady started to read one of my books, but just couldn’t do it. The story never grabbed her, and she put the book down without finishing.
I think everyone knows what that’s like. What can you say? Better luck next time.
But a couple things are cool. First, readers can surprise me when they describe how they see a story. They can interpret the story in ways that never crossed my mind, and that interests me because it teaches me something about how the reader reacts to the story, or the dialogue, or something else that I’ve slipped into the story.
The other thing that’s cool is that some readers really like a book… a lot. And that feels great.
Writing fiction takes a long time and a lot of work. Editing is a nightmare; don’t get me started. So to write, you spend hours and hours. It makes no sense, unless you’ve got a taste for it.
The point is, it’s easy to feel like The Last Man on Earth.
So when a reader says they liked a book, it’s like a ray of sunshine in the spring.