…and do you know why?
Because I just read halfway through a review book with these lovely qualities:
- outrageously predictable plot
- at least three twists that I predicted long before they happened (they were that poorly “foreshadowed”)
- flat, one-dimensional heroine with obvious “I needed to give her more personality so I added this quirk even though it doesn’t fit with the rest of the character profile”
- a “mysterious” hero who is neither likeable, mysterious, sexy, or dangerous (though the story wants to suggest he is)
- pacing that makes me want to tear out my eyeballs
- romance so forced I sometimes wondered if the characters were actually robots
- cliches so glaring I needed sunglasses
…and that’s only about 100 pages into the book. And you know what? If that can get picked up as a debut novel from a traditional publisher, your work can too.
Keep writing. Keep trying. Yes, it might take awhile, but those writers who succeed to become published authors are the ones who kept going and held onto that hope.
You can do it. I can do it. That crappy book tell me anyone can do it, so long as we persevere.
Have you read any books lately that bolstered your confidence by their sheer awfulness?