I will not deny that I don’t handle criticism well, especially in my writing. Outwardly, I say ‘okay’, but inward there are flames galore and my heart is twisted in knots. I have a few reviews on Amazon for my book and most are great. There is one, though, that has been chasing me ever since it was posted. It’s like someone holding a chalkboard in their hands and following me throughout the day dragging their long nails across it. I try and push it far back in my mind, but it has the strength to pop up and show its appearance at the most inopportune times. Typically, it’s when I’m writing, which I then, throw my pen across the room and a downward spiral is kick started, during which I tell myself that I suck. Then, I have to talk myself off a ledge and push that bad review to the way back again. I know; I’m a mess.
During my crisis negotiations with myself, I constantly say that good writing is in the eye of the beholder. Just because this one person doesn’t like my writing doesn’t mean that it is horrible, it just means he doesn’t like my style. There have been plenty of books that have been between my hands and I have had to place them right back on the shelf because I couldn’t get through them. We all have different ways in writing. If I wrote like you, I wouldn’t be me and my books would be yours not mine.
There will be a day when a professional editor will read my books and they will probably have a field day. I will try and take the constructive criticism in stride, even though I will be fuming inside. I will take all the editing help that is thrown my way, commas and punctuation are a pain in my a**, but what I refuse to do is eliminate myself from my writing. I don’t want to disappear in words that aren’t really mine and I don’t want those words to come out the way that they weren’t intended to by me.
To some, it may be overly wordy and extensively adjective-infused writing and to others it is poetic and beautiful.