I find it interesting that there’s very little middle ground for how folks feel about my book, Mica. It’s a polarizing title, and from the ratings and reviews it’s clear people either enjoyed the book, or felt so violently angered by the heroine or the outcome that they are affronted at even reading it. I don’t get a lot of, “It was okay, but …” Nope. I get, “This was amazing. I connected with [character name].” Or I get, “You shouldn’t ever write anything ever again. Ever. In your life. This was terrible.”
I will say that it is my least favorite of the books that I’ve written. But only because it was the first time I’d ever tried to write creatively and I had no idea what I was doing. I’d like to think I’ve learned much from the process of doing this through another 10 titles.
I have considered going back and revising sections to be more like how it was in my head, because in many places I failed to accurately capture the emotions of the folks involved. Straighten up dialogue, make things more consistent, smooth the technical issues I now see with the book. Take out a couple of bits that I know now will never matter. I think … but that’s the thing with these characters, sometimes I write something and then only find out three books later how critical it was to include.
That doesn’t mean I don’t like the story – because I do. I wouldn’t change the outcome of the story. It was right, and as I move through this series, I can see just how right it was. I love that Mica got me started, and that she moved from my dreams to the page, because without her persistence in showing up, we wouldn’t have any of the rest of the folks we enjoy.
So that’s my tale of thanksgiving. I’m thankful for Mica.