A funny thing happens when you read your own reviews – you start thinking about them.
I’m about a month away from completing the manuscript for Glossed Cause, the fourth book in the Carrie Mae Mystery Series, and I made the mistake of checking out a few of the reviews on High-Caliber Concealer (CM #3). I knew it was a bad idea. It’s always a bad idea. What happens when I get to a bad one, hmmm? It’s not like I can look the reviewer up, knock on their door and explain how monumentally wrong they are. But you think, “I’ll just look at the good ones. Just one. I can stop there.”
You know this a total lie, right? Reviews are like Pringles for the eyes. Like I can stop with just one. I open up Amazon, I’m looking and… then I read this: “If you enjoy reading about Stephanie Plum, you’ll love Nicki! Maines is getting better with each book.”
And I thought, “Hell, yeah!” <insert fist pump here>
Just one? But I have popped – I cannot stop. I should read more!
Eventually, of course, I got to one with a complaint. I’d spent too much time on Nikki’s personal life. Gah! But, but, but… Glossed Cause is about her FATHER (among other things). What do I dooooooo????
Now I’m stuck staring at the screen, half way through the book, trying to figure out if I should turn the ship or stay the course. “Stay the course!” my internal editor yells. But it’s hard to hear over the crashing waves of doubt.
I was complaining a negative comment on another project to my husband he said, “Well, I think it was awesome and my vote counts more.” <insert lightbulb going on here>
Why do the negatives get more votes? Shouldn’t the positives get equal rights? Here’s what I and anyone else who is stuck in this trap are going to do: We’re going to go back, we’re going to read the first positive review, and we’re going to believe that one. Because Maines really is getting better with every book.