Moving Along

It’s hard to believe March is almost over with. There again we’ve been waiting on spring for what feels like years. Maybe winter just likes our presence too much. Who knows. I’m ready for some mild temps at least.

While the weather has been eh, this weekend consisted of fixing edits sent back from editor. It’s always a joy to read back through edited work and see how the story has shaped compared to what it started as. I had not intended for this story to be as short as it is, but I think that shows how the story wrote itself. When you’re writing it, the story goes the direction it wants. That’s the beauty of it.

After I finish up edits tonight, my editor will get them back tomorrow. Then one more round and it’s ready for reader eyes. I can’t wait to get some feedback on this story. I don’t believe I previously released the title. This novel is called “Blood in the Hills”. It’s about a young woman who finds an old journal on her family property. By reading the journal and looking for her missing father she uncovers something horrifying. Her hometown has been hiding a myth for years. When bodies start to pile up, the young woman must choose between saving herself or saving her hometown.

This story is inspired by some of the things I grew up hearing in Southern Indiana. It was fun to be able to take some of the things I have learned over the years and throw them all into one book. That’s kind of why I’m ready to hear some reader comments.

Meanwhile novel #3 is moving right along. I am hoping to have that finished by July. I fully intend to meet that deadline. This book is the sequel to The Devil’s Retreat, it picks up a few days after the ending. It stars a new character Indy Fields. So we will see come July how it has came along.

Busy week to come, but that’s all part of the fun right?

Feedback

It’s always a bit scary to get feedback on your work. You tell yourself you are prepared for some criticism and then it comes. You can’t handle it.

I hear of this happening to a lot of writers. That one bad review is the be all to end all.

I remember the first time I got a bad review. I remember clicking on the link and thinking don’t do this. Don’t read it. You should really listen to your own conscience. I learned my lesson.

The review wasn’t about the story or the plot it was about the way the book was formatted. That bad review I turned into a learning experience.

I chose not to take offense. Yes it was a sour blow, but not the end of the world. The guy had suggestions, he is the reader I am the writer. My job is to find out what the reader wants and learn from those wants.

The next time you get a bad review, embrace it. It could teach you something.

(If the reviewer is blatantly being an ass then disregard my advice.)

Bad Reviews

Bad reviews, they’re like alcohol.

Read a review, you take a swig.

The words, like bitter buzz in the mouth.

Down the throat they burn.

The words are fire, you don’t like them but you can’t stop them.

The alcohol won’t kill you, but the words will.

Cruelty influences the booze.

Read one, you’ve read em’ all.

Take a sip, look down and the bottle you’ve already drained.

Read enough, drink enough.

Crash through life poisoned by that one sip. By that one bad review.