Here’s the thing. This is my blog. I pay to keep it on the internet. (If you’re reading this on Facebook, Livejournal or Goodreads…those are mirrored from my original posts which always begin and will always remain on my blog.)
My blog is my little corner in this big wide internet sky. I post silly knitting pictures, talk about my writing life, put up excerpts from my books, and really do anything else that suits my fancy.
You are welcome to come on my blog and leave a comment–as a matter of fact, I LOVE that.
You are not welcome to come on my blog and rant about how much you hate my books, and despise every word I have ever typed, including “Chapter One” and “The End”.
If you post those kinds of angry reviews on my blog, I’m going to delete them. This is my little corner of the internet, remember? I don’t want anger here. If you look back through my posts you will see that even I don’t write angry things here.
This is a No Anger Zone. I can’t emphasize that enough.
However, one of the very cool things about the internet is that there are a million places that are All Anger All The Time Zones. There are also places that are Hey, We’ll Take Any Emotion You Want To Express Zones.
If you feel the need to express how much you hate my books, might I suggest giving me a good ol’ one-star smack-down review on Amazon, or on Goodreads? You will probably be read by more people than those who scan my comment section, so your discontent can be heard far and wide.
Now, before you think I’m being a jerk about this, let me tell you a secret. I think one-star reviews are sort of awesome. Yes, awesome. As a matter of fact, one-star reviews have cheered me up and kept me going as an author. It’s true.
When I’m feeling really blue about my writing (which happens to all writers–trust me) I head over to Amazon or Goodreads and pull up my favorite books by my favorite writers.
And I read their one-star reviews.
I read all the angry, hateful, frustrated rants. The one-star reviewers felt so strongly about how horrible the book was, they took the time to write all their feelings down and post them on the big wide internet.
But…I don’t feel that way about the books. At all! I LOVE those books! Those books are all kinds of perfect for me. Reading those reviews just shows me that something I love, something I and many others think is exactly the kind of book we love to read….will be hated by someone. Just like my books, which some people have told me they love, are hated by someone.
Which brings me to this point that has been repeated oh, so many times: a book can not please everyone. We are human beings with widly divergent experiences, tastes, and needs. Of course we’re going to like different things.
One might even be bold enough to suggest all readers might not be right for all books. When I read a book I don’t like, the first thing that goes through my mind isn’t “this book sucks”, it is “I am not the reader for this book.”
And you know what? That makes me happy too. Because I think the most amazing thing about writing and reading is that there are stories enough for every taste and need. We are all winners here. How awesome is that?
So, rock on, writers! Rock on readers! Rock on angry reviewers!
But angry reviewers? Please don’t rock on in the comment section of my blog. There are plenty of better places for angry out there.