So Dirty Secret is coming out Sept 28th. Honestly, I’m more concerned about its reception than Dirty Kiss. You see, DK had no expectations. I had no expectations. Now, there’s someplace to go. Up or… tragically, down.
Anyone who says they don’t worry about how their book is doing is a liar. Okay, I would be a liar. I don’t stress the one star reviews. They’re kind of a matter of pride that someone hated what you wrote so much that they had to go hunt it down and plaster a single gold star on it. Remember when getting a gold star meant something good? Now, we need five of them to make us sing and dance. Okay, five stars back then would have made me sing and dance too and then see if everyone got one.
Because that’s pretty much what it is… did everyone get one? Is this shit I’ve got on this paper any good?
No, it’s not the one stars that make my gut clench. It’s the 2.5 and 3 stars that make me fret. Why? Because something didn’t hit the reader.
I’ve read reviews where I’m told DK doesn’t reflect Asians and that we don’t actually speak that way (We do. Trust me. I’ll introduce you to my family). There was a dislike of the pair of cops having a conversation that actually happened in real life and the dislike of Jae because they didn’t see enough of how he thought (It’s a first person by Cole. I break a lot of rules but that’s a line I should cross).
It’s the nature of the business to like or dislike what you read. I know I do. And I know that not every book is going to be well received by everyone but it’s the Meh reviews that kind of strike home.
Let’s face it, they voice a writer’s worst fears — mediocrity.
DK had a pretty good reception. Far better than I expected but I was overjoyed. Then it hit me that I’d have to do it again. Actually, more than once. A few more times in reality. That’s when I deployed the most infamous and beloved word a writer has.
My beta readers liked Dirty Secret. These are the same people who liked Dirty Kiss so I suspect them now. I love them. They are friends but now they are to be sniffed at like an open carton of milk that I don’t remember buying.
So where do I go from here? Dunno. Not looking for reassurances or platitudes. Really, shit’s going to go down as it goes down. That’s just the way of it. The book’s long gone and it’s out there. I’ve left it behind me months ago. Hell, I’m already working on the next book in the series.
But does distance give a writer some perspective… well, enough perspective to worry about expectations? Nope. Not a damned thing makes that release day any easier.
The point of this post? Actually I very rarely have points. I think I mean to say thank you. Because honestly, if you’re reading this, then I’m hoping you’re waiting for Dirty Secret. And truth? You’re the one I really don’t want to disappoint.