Heather’s new novel, Clary of Cape May, is our first Forger baby, and I want to protect Clary from the unpredictable world of eBook publishing. That's only natural, right?
While no member of Fiction Forge can claim to be the father, Keith, Mike, and I (and another fine fella outside the blog) did extensive reviewing of Clary before Heather made a final revision (for the nth time) and registered Ms. Clary on Amazon.
Clary has left our safe arms.
Girls, I tell you!
Wrong. So wrong!
I made all of these errors! I actually had to keep reminding myself to review with the end in mind and stick within Heather's framework, and not mine. Indeed, I often had to pull myself out from under the story, because I'd get so wrapped up in Clary's plight that I'd forget to comment at all! On other occasions, I'd get so trite and bitchy and lost, that I'd start slashing away deeply with that scalpel as if my face lifting techniques were celeb.
I had to remind myself over and over again that Clary was not my girl, but Heather's.
I had to get a grip. Two weeks in and after a couple of consultations with Heather, I relearned how to moderate, yet retain my criticisms if under a constant fear of steering Clary wrong. Sounds bipolar, but you know what? Reviewing art is damn difficult, and breathing life into a novel before it enters the world is more than just a metaphor. It's serious responsibility. Yes, I enjoyed the thought of making a difference AND helping out a fellow writer who happens to be a fantastic friend even though the process scared the hell out of me.