|I love this cover which is why|
I jump at the chance to
insert it into a blog every time
I get a chance.
Here is the comment: "Brownie is not exciting. Bubba is exciting. You need to write more about Bubba." Also there was another comment: "There is not enough Bubba in this novella. I want more Bubba." I feel compelled to add another comment from a reader: "This was written for kids. You use too big of words for kids."
|I need a step stool for my desk.|
Here's my break. (Did anyone hear an audible snap?)
Okay I'm back. I often tell writers who ask me for advice to get used to criticism. Good criticism. Bad criticism. There's a lot of it out there and a writer needs to develop a thick skin. The thicker the better. I tell them that somewhere, somehow, someday someone will be heavily critical of their work and probably poopoo it up the hooha in a way that will make the writer's toes curl upwards and backwards. (Try to imagine a little dark room with someone sitting in front of a computer monitor screaming, "NOOOOO! Not that! It is better than the liner of a bird's cage! IT IS!") Sometimes a writer even needs to dig out the good bits from a bunch of bad stuff. Or...or...OR...don't read reviews. Don't read comments. Don't read Facebook, email, and signatures on their websites. Honestly, it's a little hard to do.
|I luv using this drawing over and over and over again.|
Therefore I'm somewhat confused. The book was supposed to be about Brownie. It was about Brownie. Did I promise somewhere that it was a novella about Bubba but with Brownie in the title? The description of the novella was explicit. (Not that kind of explicit for those of you with explicit thoughts.) Brownie was the protagonist. It was implicit. Yes, I know that there are some people who just love Bubba. After all, Bubba's a great character (and just wait until Book 4, because it's getting good) and he's fun. But Brownie's fun, too. He's got a stun gun and Sharpies. How can you go wrong with that? (I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to insert dynamite and a potato launcher into the novella but hey I can write another one. I have a great idea for another Brownie novella or even a Brownie novel.)
I just don't understand people.
Therefore the moral of the story is no matter where you go, there you are. No. No. No. That's not the moral of the story. The moral of the story is you can't make everyone happy. I have displeased the die hard Bubbaphiles. (I just made that up. It could have been Bubbites or Bubbettes, but I liked Bubbaphiles better. Literary Bubbas. How can I go wrong with that? I do not know but undoubtedly someone will be pointing out something to me very soon.)
Off to redeem myself by writing the fourth Bubba novel.