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. ...
The cat doesn't look like it's complaining...
ReplyDeleteGreat picture.
I gots nothin' left to say -- all brain cells gone, y'know. :)
Happy New Year, MizKate!
That is adorable. And that cat is a very good kitty to tolerate baby hugs like that.
ReplyDeleteAw. I bet that cat is in seventh heaven!
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, Kate. All the best to you and your family.
That's so cute!
ReplyDeleteThe cat would leave if he/she hated the hug. So, it's an officially cute picture.
ReplyDeleteOh dear…catricide…
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year to you and yours, Kate!