For those that you know me, the ratings aren't why I write. Although I like the thought that others find that my stories contribute to their lives with a smile or that makes them think outside their own box.
My girl, Jazz, told me that the reviews weren't harsh and I should read them.
So I did.
Not my intention, ever. To emulate? Didn't know I had it in me to emulate her. She's my idol. But would never try to emulate her. How does one emulate perfection?
Kind of flattering to be compared, kind of. But for a first book? C'mon! Really?
Jake's way of speaking. Yep, totally bothered me too. But the first time I wrote it, honest to God, Jake sounded EXACTLY like Caitlin. Exactly. So I put on my eyeliner and heels and went 'browsing' at the local Harley shop here in North Phx. I wasn't browsing for clothes, though they had a lovely selection. I was browsing to 'hear' how Jake might speak and OHMIGOD I heard it. I didn't just hear it from one guy's mouth (but I must say with the whole 'Fu Man Chu' kind of mustache he had going on, he could've been speaking sanskrit and I would've melted), but geesh, about fifteen guys.
So I sat in my car, in North Phoenix in early August writing notes there in the Harley Davidson store's parking lot giggling to myself as I wrote. Hotter than hell. Oh, were we talking about the gorgeousness of the Harley customers or the temperature?
Thanks to the reviews that talked about the uhm, the err, you know. THOSE scenes. Uh-huh. The ones that I can never admit to my grown children that I write. And, oh dear merciful GOD, the grandkids!
While I've been blessed to be with a guy or two (cough, cough), I've never had the kind of, uh, experience that Caitlin and Jake have had. Or even, Dex and Leila.
But, I do have a very vivid imagination. And have taken a few of my life's situations from my early years and have kind of, sort of, MAYBE have added to them just a bit. Or a lot, take your pick. (Between you, me and the lamp post? Would have given a body part to have had the car scene with Cait and Jake or Dex and Leila's first round. Just saying.)
So, all in all, Jazz was right. It wasn't as bad as I feared and there were a lot of things to take on board.
Things I will consider going forward.
Please feel free to contact me.
I don't bite hard, or often. I promise.
But I do want to hear your constructive criticism. I want to get better at telling stories, stories that take you away from whatever it is that you and I need to escape from. Because, girlfriend? No matter what our age, we've all got something that can go on the back burner while we read.
Smiling and waving into the soft Arizona winter evening.