I received a major
review, my first of any kind outside my beloved beta readers and critique partners, and it was a crappy one. I didn't have even the usual ream of five-star Amazon reviews from totally disinterested reviewers to buffer it. Unfortunately, I read it before my morning's writing session, and now Writer is hiding under her pile of leaves, sniffling.
Talk about jumping into the deep end without a life vest and only the vaguest notion of how to swim.
Editor has had to take over and firmly remind Writer of a number of realities.
- Reviews are for readers. If you behave yourself, success.
- Obscurity is the indie's biggest enemy. Success.
- The reviewer treated it as a professional product. Success.
- It *wasn't* a failing grade. Success.
- Reviews are a fact of life for writers. Let it stop you writing .... well, failure, for today at least. Tomorrow I'll be back in form.
I know you're not supposed to take things from reviews other than, I probably don't want to pitch to this blog again, but it did leave me wondering if I've tagged my whole genre wrong. I thought the story was a romantic one, but a dedicated romance reader found little to like in it, and much to confuse. Genres aren't hard and fast rules about the nature of the fiction, but the nature of the audience. They are markers for a reader's expectations--breach those, and they get really annoyed. Her take that it wasn't romance, but fantasy, is a big, clear signal that I don't want to target romance readers as a market.
Mind you, I won't be doing any more marketing--I pitched to the blog before reading Dean Wesley Smith's advice to ignore marketing and work on producing--but I will change genre tags.
Cross-posted at my
blog