Last week, I got my first one-star review of The Slaves Have Names.  I read it late in the day, when I was already tired and a little raw, and so when P came in from work, I started to cry.

This is my husband Philip, and this is the note he wrote me when I doubted myself.  Yep, amazing, huh?

This is my husband Philip, and this is the note he wrote me when I doubted myself. Yep, amazing, huh?

I showed him the review, and he said, “That guy doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”  Perfect response.

Friends sent me kind words telling me to ignore the comment – Facebook hearts and funny videos of writers reading their one-star reviews.  A text came through pointing out that the review must be particularly painful because it criticized me as a person rather than focusing on the book.

By the end of the evening, I realized this – I am incredibly supported in this journey. 

A bad review is still going to hurt, of course – this book and the people in its pages are precious to me, after all – but almost everyone I know – not to mention almost every review – has been amazingly kind and supportive.

So here’s what I’m choosing to focus on in these days when I’m pretty bleary-eyed from marketing this book – people like what I’ve written.  People support me in what I do.  I have a crowd of people at my back cheering me on and reaching out tender hands to hold me up if I start to get blown back.  I’m a blessed woman.

I cannot thank them enough – this community of supporters – some raucous and loud; some whispering from the back row. But all there for me, for this book.  Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Who is at your back, always supportive of your writing? 

 

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