The Evil Troll Inside My Head

Read my first negative review of ODS yesterday--"readable but irritating" was the nicest thing that reviewer said. Mind you, I've had great reviews so far, but I've dismissed them (oh, the publisher probably paid them, that site never gives anyone a bad review, that reviewer just wants me to like her...etc . etc. etc.). In fact, the only one I really think was spot on --you guessed it--was that negative review.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?????

I can only imagine what it must be like to be truly famous and be savaged. Think of the reviews of Gigli. I am shuddering. Thank God I have the comfort of rationalizing that no one (or at least very few) will read that review.

Unfortunately, since the reviewer was right, I also fear that EVERY reviewer will see the same weaknesses she did.

Out, out evil troll! Get the hell out of my head!

He he he, says the evil troll, rubbing its hands with glee.

Grrr.

I will take a tip from my nearest and dearest and stand in front of the mirror and tell myself that I am terrific (take that, evil troll!) and my book is terrific (and that!) and you have no power over me (and that!).

And eventually you-know-who will slink back into the muck inside my head, chastened, quieted, but still there. Waiting. Whispering. And soon I'll have to whack it down again.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Right now, I'd better go find that mirror.