We were taught at a very early age that “Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me.” I’m sure our parents meant well, but let’s face it…they lied. Words have a lot of power. To hurt. To heal. To inform. To deceive. To entertain.
As a writer, I appreciate that words can do those things and more.
As a human being, my feelings got hurt this morning when a jerk wrote the following about a one-page excerpt from one of my novels:
If more than three people in the world buy this load of catflap, I’ll eat my laptop.
The comment was posted at Page99Test.com, a site where authors post page 99 of their works in progress so that readers can vote whether they’d turn the page or not. There is a comments section…which is where I found the catflap nonsense.
The interesting thing is that I also received this comment:
The situation is instantly gripping and many details (the room smells of mold and cigarettes — what a combo!) ignite on the page. This could be a John Grisham thriller. Good work.
The hurt I felt this morning passed quickly. And the pride about the second comment passed just as quickly. Why? Because how I feel about my writing – about myself – comes from within myself. Too often we base our self-esteem on how others view us – or how we want them to view us (rich, thin, sexy, smart, professional, talented).
Readers, what do you think? What makes you feel good about yourself despite what others might say?

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