I’ll manually sign you up or anybody else who asks. The Wordpress registration process in onerous.

I was expecting about ten folks max and I could riff and rage all I want about cramps and men and deadlines and editors and laundry.

But my editor prompty signed up, no, let’s make that my publisher. . . and there’s way more people than ten–half whom I don’t have a clue about.

I generally expect folks to hate my books too, so I can be pleasantly surprised when they don’t.

As to bad reviews and comments…we hate those people. No, no, no, I don’t mean that. I have two theories on this. First, I go into this writing career assuming everyone will hate my stuff. Very glass-is-half-empty, I know. That’s not my usual mindset, but it’s one I adopted to get through the submission process. Yeah, I will be disappointed because I view this as a career and want everyone to love my work, but I know there will be people who don’t like it and they are likely to be the most vocal. Guess it’s the divorce lawyer in me. You should hear the crap I hear everyday - not always the prettiest side of people.

Second, since I review books, I have some idea of the process that goes into a review. I HATE it when I don’t like a book. I get surly and nasty because I want to be wowed or entertained or feel something every single time I pick up a book. That’s part of the reason I am fine buying hardcovers and trade and any other expensive book version publishers come up with - because I go in thinking I will love ‘em and won’t care about the cost. I don’t enjoy - not even a little - saying I thought something wasn’t good. I’ve decided that everyone feels that way (part of me - okay, most of me - knows this isn’t true). But, if I go in with the idea that anyone who writes bad stuff about my book feels bad doing it, it feels a bit less personal. The latter would be the glass-is-half-full part of my personality.

I have a husband and cp who will be forced to listen to my private tirades…and, yes, I have a voodoo doll.