I have to admit, I was hoping to be the exception to the bad-review rule, you know, the one that says, “Everyone gets a bad review.” Well, major surprise, I’m not an exception 🙂
What do you do with this nasty reality, bury your laptop, hang up your pen, hide all those little snippets of dialogue in a diary under your bed?
You do exactly what you do with every other disappointment in your life. The embarrassing spelling bee in grade two, that debacle of a debate in high school, the failed driver’s examination, the promotion you lost to the schmuck in the next cubicle; all the little and not so little failures that are life. Each and everyone hurts and yet you move on. You rationalize and justify, you ask why, why? What did I do? Where did I go wrong? You stoke up your bruised ego and you move on.
If you’re lucky, if you’re not too caught up in the angst and the wallowing in self-pity, you learn something from each set-back.
What did I learn from this review? I’m willing to concede that a tad too many characters introduced too quickly may have made for a confusing read. That’s the worst thing about criticism, sometimes it’s right 😦
What will I do differently next time? I could cut back on the number of characters… I’m thinking Tom Hanks in “Cast Away”. In my version, the volleyball Wilson, will be 5’10” with chocolate hair and ocean eyes…