OK, don't get your panties in an uproar. It's me. Remember? Totally Susan and totally random thoughts. When I was first a newbie Indie with one book, I promised myself 3 things. (1) never to comment on bad reviews (2) stay focused and keep moving forward (3) and remember the family motto(We have 2 daughters heavily into the theater thing) "If they don't love you today, they'll love you tomorrow!"
Then I started getting the occasional unhappy review on Goodreads(that's where most new authors first get their reader interaction) and I went: OH CRAP, INDIE PUBLISHING IS LIKE MOTHERHOOD. Flashbacks of family dinners raced through my head, oh the pain, the suffering, the panic and unfulfilled expectations. OK, maybe this won't make sense unless you've raised a herd of children, but I'm going to try to make it logical.
Family dinners worst part of having a herd of girls, different personalities, different likes and different wants. I used to cook like 6 different meals every dinner. One girl's steak was another's YUCK NOT THIS! For one girl velveta was caviar and another anything organic. I have one Vegan. One vegetarian. One who won't eat anything not processed. One we basically just give an empty plate to. And one who invented the Italian burrito(spaghetti inside a flour tortilla. Ugh) because she'll eat anything. I used to try to create dinners everyone would like. I'm a good cook. My husband is an amazing cook. Alas, the impossible task. We'd set the table with Steak Diane and garlic mash potato and asparagus and 20-40% would think we were feeding them garbage, and the Vegan and the Vegetarian considered it child abuse.
Everyone's taste is different, so alas, you give up and just cook the meal you're going to cook and accept the simple truth of being a mother: at least 20-40% will hate what you do on any given day. A good days is 80% pleased with you. So, the review thing. Yep it's motherhood. Do the best you can do. Accept we live in a world of eclectic people and that on any given day 20-40% may not like you. One person's Steak Diane is another person's garbage.
If there is a way to be universally loved, I haven't figured it out. I don't know if I really want to. We'd live in a boring world if everyone like and loved all the same things. Think how much it would suck if you were on the wrong side of the coin. Universally not liked! Nope, the motherhood percentages is better.20-40%. It's life. It's motherhood. It's true in all things. Heck I hate the Italian Burrito invention, but give me Steak Diane. It's all good. I wish you PEACE!
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Then I started getting the occasional unhappy review on Goodreads(that's where most new authors first get their reader interaction) and I went: OH CRAP, INDIE PUBLISHING IS LIKE MOTHERHOOD. Flashbacks of family dinners raced through my head, oh the pain, the suffering, the panic and unfulfilled expectations. OK, maybe this won't make sense unless you've raised a herd of children, but I'm going to try to make it logical.
Family dinners worst part of having a herd of girls, different personalities, different likes and different wants. I used to cook like 6 different meals every dinner. One girl's steak was another's YUCK NOT THIS! For one girl velveta was caviar and another anything organic. I have one Vegan. One vegetarian. One who won't eat anything not processed. One we basically just give an empty plate to. And one who invented the Italian burrito(spaghetti inside a flour tortilla. Ugh) because she'll eat anything. I used to try to create dinners everyone would like. I'm a good cook. My husband is an amazing cook. Alas, the impossible task. We'd set the table with Steak Diane and garlic mash potato and asparagus and 20-40% would think we were feeding them garbage, and the Vegan and the Vegetarian considered it child abuse.
Everyone's taste is different, so alas, you give up and just cook the meal you're going to cook and accept the simple truth of being a mother: at least 20-40% will hate what you do on any given day. A good days is 80% pleased with you. So, the review thing. Yep it's motherhood. Do the best you can do. Accept we live in a world of eclectic people and that on any given day 20-40% may not like you. One person's Steak Diane is another person's garbage.
If there is a way to be universally loved, I haven't figured it out. I don't know if I really want to. We'd live in a boring world if everyone like and loved all the same things. Think how much it would suck if you were on the wrong side of the coin. Universally not liked! Nope, the motherhood percentages is better.20-40%. It's life. It's motherhood. It's true in all things. Heck I hate the Italian Burrito invention, but give me Steak Diane. It's all good. I wish you PEACE!
OH AND I AM ON KINDLE COUNTDOWN 99CENTS LIMITED TIME WHEN THE PERFECT COMES
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