Okay, let’s play doctor. No, not that kind of doctor!!
You don’t need to be a psychologist to see that my last post reflected on personal issues regarding my desire to please and seek acceptance. Nonetheless, there is a lesson there that I deal with every day—pleasing my reader. Unfortunately, I start forgetting about my audience and who I'm writing to....I fall into my, "I just want to please everyone mode" which surprise, surprise--doesn't actually please everyone. I want the publishers, the agents, my friends and my family all to love what I write, but it doesn't always work that way. Life might have been a love-fest in the sixties, but alas, those days are gone. Friends, for example, who are waiting for underworld creatures to take over the hemisphere,while bloody corpses are dropping off the face of the Earth, will not care much for my account of a kiss at the Kauai airport between a pilot and a graphic artist. No huge amounts of blood, no fangs and no steam powered locomotives rushing in to save the dying citizens. Though there are readers who want to hear about my characters, those folks might make up a smaller, thinner slice of my overall media pie. Remaining focused on my characters and my plot is hard enough without altering my story just so I can get a larger share of readers. Just so everyone can love me. Dang, I hope you're not a doctor. Maybe my next story or my next book will be written for the other readers, but meanwhile I have to wrap my head around the fact that I can't get approval from everyone with my first novel. Longing for reassurance, I have to stay true to the people who really matter in the world of publishing--READERS! But, do I know who they might be?
I’ll just lie down on this couch right here, while you pretend you’re my doctor giving me advice.