So there's been all this talk about reviews lately. If you haven't caught the drama, it's sort of over, you didn't miss much. My feelings about reviews carry over from being a theatre major and having a best friend in show business. My bestie doesn't read reviews because she is afraid they will impact her performance, make her second guess herself, change what she's doing as an actor for reasons that go against her instinct. Add to this the difficulty in trusting feedback from people you don't know and it becomes clear why she avoids reviews. Her policy makes good sense to me. Don't get me wrong. I think reviews are VERY important, but I also think you have to have the right mentality about them.
But what happens when the people you love and trust don't like your work? What happens when they don't get what you're trying to do?
When this happens to me, there's this VERY LOUD voice inside my head that says, "if you, who are supposed to be for me, don't like this, how will anyone?"
And the sad fact is the voice doesn't go away. After you have an agent. After you have an editor. After you've published a book. IT'S ALWAYS THERE. It's the voice of doubt and defeat. It's paralyzing. And I find it difficult to figure out what to do next.
But luckily, there is always an answer in some crappy teen movie. And today's answer comes from CENTER STAGE. You remember this gorgeously craptastic ballet movie, yes?
For me, this is back to the computer. Back into my brain where stories live. And back to the basics of writing. Practice. Try again. Do better. Write better. Repeat.