Are you looking at me?
- Michelle Hiscox
- Apr 16, 2015
- 1 min read
Well. I've been given my first random F, by a random reviewer, on my novel. At first, it pierced my heart, and/or more likely my pride.
Criticism always hurts, but I can grow from it because even the worst review can provide insight of some kind...even if the lesson is to learn to accept the opinion without grief and move on. Reviews are valuable, it means someone took the time to read my work, to read what I put out there for the world to read, even if that world is twenty people wide.
I want to defend my work. I want to tell the reviewer they're wrong. But it's not my place, or my job. People can think, and say, whatever they want. I suppose it just means I need to have enough confidence in myself, and my writing, to know that my words and I are worth much more than one lonely star.

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