Tour of Kate and Her Mind
OUTER CRUST:
No snark. Bad puppy. No. (Review stuff.)
A two star Amazon review on His American Detective: "Bodice ripper about gay men by a woman." and I'm longing to comment "don't you mean a waistcoat ripper?" God, no. Stop me. The reviews rarely rattle me any longer -- except when I spot a truth in a bad one. When that happens, I actually lose sleep. This means I still care about writing. Speaking of reviewers and writers: A couple of days ago, a writer said she was tired of getting white ladies writing reviews of her books. She had an excellent point in the long run: her stories are meant for a particular audience and she wants them to resonate with those people and get more reviews from them. But that first line was just....horribly obnoxious. I say this from my POV of course. Not a white lady who writes reviews -- but as a review grubber. Anyone who disses any reader (especially ones that give honest reviews) deserves to be cast into the pit of being ignored. ...
That last picture is truly frightening. And you bitched about a little ol' spider in the ear.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I need you to vote for the Bad Sex Challenge. Can you email me?
ReplyDeletebut Doug, I'm corrupt--I'll just vote for one of my entries.
ReplyDeleteand Doug, that last picture? It took a lot of practice to get that scary. Harpo Marx taught me to make that face. Well, not him exactly--but I read a description of that face of his . .
ReplyDeleteA friend told me I'm very brave to post such a horrible picture of myself. Maybe it was more of a "I would have burned the picture and the negative. I sure wouldn't put it up on the goddamn INTERNET" remark.
But then she actually has some dignity--and she doesn't know how hard it is to get Avi the Fishmonger . . .just . . . right.