My one little pub put our stuff on Fictionwise. I'm surprised it's on there, because I didn't think it would be out there in the mainstream. It seems to be doing okay.
But they have a rating system.
Great, Good, OK, Poor.
Someone gave me a poor! I have a Poor!
I have a Poor.
My Goods and Greats seem about tied, and I even have (*major cringe*) three OKs.
I must never go back there again. You know, I hate my old stuff. In fact, I tend to be afraid to read anything of mine in the past. I mean, gosh, it's terribly frightening, disconcerting, OHMIGAWD IT'S POOR?!
I will never go back there again. Not even for one peak. I swear! Really. I promise! I won't. I mean it. I really do.
I mean, in the last hour, it seems no one has reviewed my book. A whole hour and no one has bought and reviewed my book!
I seem to be motivated by negative reinforcement, because man, that single Poor has me writing like a fiend today. I AM GOING TO PROVE THAT POOR WRONG IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!!!!
I guess one of my all-time top ten favorite books has a Poor, too. So at least I'm in good company.
Anyway, I was a little bit stupid today. My imagination had gotten so carried away with its hopes that I forgot I hadn't yet fixed my foot. So I did the leg portion of the yoga tape.
I'm really clueless as to what I was thinking, LOL, because my foot is all cagreaux now. (All messed up. Don't know how to spell that. But when I was looking that word up in the Cajun dictionary, I was alarmed to discover one of DH's pet names for me is an educated fool!!!!! Well, golly, it sounds so romantic and pretty when he says it. Huh! Let's see how romantic I get the next time he calls me that!)
But my body is SO happy to be working out. And tired, LOL. :-) Well, damnit, I don't care about my foot. I just want to do the things I love!
So how do you react when you get a Poor?