Reading reviews of your own book can be an unhealthy occupation. You tend to remember only the bad comments even if the review overall is favourable. If there is only one negative sentence in the whole article, that’s the one your brain tends to zoom in on, forever branded on a wall in your mind under the category of, ‘you’ll never be good’. All favourable comments will be swept aside with that one yucky sentence. Unreasonably too, you begin to have a personal grudge against the person posting it.
So, is it better not to read reviews of your own books?
I don’t read newspapers or watch or listen to the news anymore. I know that if it’s a big story I’ll hear about it anyway. Being a full time writer I am always working on a book and need to keep my focus. These days, the news is full of disasters, murders, death and how terrible man is to man, and of course there’s sport. Every time I used to read the newspaper I would be left with a sickening feeling and thoughts of – We are all doomed. What’s the point of it all?
Where is the good stuff? The stories that inspire, that make you want to rush out and share in the goodness by helping a stranger? Good breeds good.
Getting back to reviews then. Reading reviews of your own books can either leave you asking, ‘what’s the point of it all?’ if it’s a bad one.
Or inspire you to write and write and write some more like this one has.