When you write a book, as with all things, you create, you want people to like it.
Authors, due to some evil little thing called reviews, seem to be especially prone to something, I call spontaneous authors depression.
It just happened to me.
I know, Diamond Wolf is an either love it or hate it book.
I know that. I wrote it.
The way I see it, it´s pretty lyrical. A poem drawn out over 20+ pages.
A walk through a werewolfs inner nightmare. A little Goethe like... I Hate Goethe!!
Thank god, that thought came to me only after it was published.
But I still think, it´s a good book. It has it´s weaknesses. Being too short one of them. Contests with a 12k word count barrier suck.
I haven´t even had that OMG what was I thinking moment yet.
And then there are people who just write: couldn´t finish the book.
It´s only 20 pages.
How... HOW can it be so terrible, people can´t finish it?
What the heck did I do wrong, that people will do that?
Ugh! That hurt. That really hurt.
I´m going to curl up with a good cup of Latte Macchiato with caramel flavor now and cry over the injustice of the world. No in fact I´m going to do the laundry.
Console my shredded little heart with the mutilation of helpless socks.