A Writer in the Family
No one is prouder of my first novel than my mother. When I visited my family for the holidays, I kept finding pictures of my book cover around the house, like discovering hidden Mickeys at Disney World. As I’ve mentioned before on my blog, I’m the bookworm in a family of athletes, and being published is like finally having my own shiny championship trophy. I’ll admit, I may have even listed to “We Are The Champions” a few times in the car after signing my contract for The Importance of Being Emily.
I’m thankful for my mom’s enthusiasm, but it’s a strange thing to have my work out there and to hear my family’s reaction to it. This Christmas was my first big family gathering since Blood, Smoke and Mirrors came out. Some of them love it. Others…not so much. I’ve had my share of good and bad reviews. I had to stop reading reviews of my book on Goodreads, because ouch. The drama! But I can take them with a grain of salt, because those reviewers are strangers from the mysterious ether of the intarwebs. Hearing criticism from my own family is another matter entirely.
So now I’m curious. How does your family react to your writing? Or, if you’re a reader, what does your family think of what you read?