Bad reviews are inevitable, but good reviews soothe some of the other anxieties that go with this biz.
Yesterday–Monday, blargh–I cautiously opened my email. Lately, I’ve been approaching my email account as though it were an angry cobra.
The reason? I’ve got a novel in submission and it’s been out long enough to possibly be due for a response. My last sub to this particular market scored a rejection after a quick month. Having passed the month goalpost a while back, I’m now torturing myself with the possibilities. Like…they are actually considering it; or, maybe it’ll score a revise and resubmit; or, it’s sitting, ignored, in an editor’s mailbox; and worst of all, that my rejection went out weeks ago and was lost in e-space.
And then my head exploded.
I was therefore, delighted to find a link to another good review for The Music of Chaos in my email.
I found this bit especially nice:
The plot of this story is exciting and has many layers, the detail is extraordinary, and I was unable to put this book down until I got to the last page, and I didn’t want to put it down even then. Hopefully there will be another Regan O’Connell story soon; I can never get too much of my new favorite anti-hero Breas.
Yeah. I’m fond of Breas, too. Breas has absolutely no tact. So he’s a hella lot of fun to write because he can say all the horrible things that decent people can only think. The review in its entirety can be found here.
As for the sequel…I’m workin’ on it.
