This is something slightly different.
All of us have people who support us. You can be the worst writer in the universe and still have a "biggest fan," because people are awesome that way. These people aren't delusional. These people aren't wrong. These people love us, and that is awesome. Much like every baby is the most adorable baby, and every bride is the most beautiful bride, every story is the most amazing story, every sentence is the most amazing sentence, and every author is absolutely the most incredible talent the world has ever seen. The things we love are better to us, because we love them. (This is why, with very few exceptions, mothers do not make good beta readers. When your mother does make a good beta reader, shower her in chocolates, flowers, and all the filial affection you can muster.)
Maybe your own personal cheerleader is your mother. Maybe it's your husband. Maybe it's your sister, brother, boyfriend, girlfriend, teenage offspring, or freakishly intelligent parrot. That's cool. These people are a vital component of our mental health, because these people talk us down from the clocktowers we threaten to throw ourselves off of. They're uncritical when we need them to be uncritical, and they're the ones who put us forward when we're tempted to hide.
But these people have a dark side. Sometimes, when we're crying, "No, no, don't throw me into the bear cave!", they hear "No, no, don't throw me in that briar patch!", and since they love us, they're more than happy to throw us in. So this is a message for the cheerleaders of the world:
Listen. There is a difference between "bear cave" and "briar patch." Do not ask people "so what did you think of the book?" when we're standing right there, unless you know the answer will be a positive one. The thickest-skinned author in the world isn't going to enjoy watching someone squirm with the effort of finding something nice to say, and the nicest person in the world isn't going to be at their nicest when they're cornered like a treed raccoon. Seriously, if you pinned me down and demanded that I find something nice to say about IT—which just so happens to be my favorite book in the entire universe—I'd probably look at you like a deer in the headlights, stammer, "The Turtle couldn't help us," and run. If you cannot guarantee a positive review, do not ask on our behalf. Can we ask? Sure! But much like a woman on Weight Watchers doesn't want to be force-fed cheesecake, an author doesn't want to be force-fed criticism.
On the same level, everyone has a right to their opinion. If you don't like my book, my boyfriend does not get a license to punch you in the nose. Hell, I've had stories rejected by personal friends. Rejection hurts! I don't care who you are, I don't care if you're Stephen King, rejection hurts! My friends don't go out of their way to hurt me, but when I send Jennifer a story, I'm not Seanan letting her good buddy Jenn look at her work, I'm an author asking an editor to consider her submission. I don't lurk for editors in dark alleys. I don't hate my friends every time they have to say "sorry, not right for me." And I definitely don't let people grill them on my behalf.
If I don't want to risk someone rejecting a story, I don't submit the story. If I don't want to risk hearing that somebody disliked a book, I don't ask them if they liked it. And if you drag someone over to me and ask them on my behalf, I will, in fact, punch you in the nose. Or possibly do something less pleasant. Plague is always an option.
Bear caves and briar patches are not the same thing.
Seriously.
May 28 2009, 12:55:04 UTC 8 years ago
This is off on a bit of a tangent, but you triggered something. (Background: I'm not talking on a pro level here, just about filk, and photography, and other hobby-level things.)
I have serious problems with unreserved praise. I'm teaching myself to smile and say, "Thank you," but I'm aware that things I create have flaws -- to me, often massive ones. What others may give as unconditional support, I take as a reward I haven't earned. I'm much more comfortable with, and accepting of, comments like, "That's pretty good and if you did [X] next time it might be even better." So, I pretty much have to believe that a certain type of "fan" *is* delusional ... though I don't mean that in any bad way. Because if they aren't, I must be. :-)
Maybe the bear cave factor is based on the same kind of delusion, a person being so infatuated by a piece of work that they honestly can't conceive of anyone having a differing opinion.
May 28 2009, 13:08:42 UTC 8 years ago
May 28 2009, 17:57:49 UTC 8 years ago
It's simply that I like your music and, when I write about it, or talk about it, I focus on what it is about your music that I like. Plus, from a technical and instrumental standpoint, I don't have enough of a background to give you informed criticism.
So when I say "I really like your 'Work X'" -- what I'm saying isn't "Work X is the Pinnacle of Human Achievement" or "Work X is the musical equivalent of multiple orgasm" or "People who dislike Work X should be cast into outer darkness, then eaten by zombies who then vomit them out into outer darkness again, repeat ad infinitum." All I'm sayin' is "I really like Work X." I tend to think that's what most people mean.
Just my 2/5th of a nickel.
May 28 2009, 18:11:00 UTC 8 years ago
1) I sincerely agree with
2) I don't think you've ever commented in a way that made me uncomfortable.
June 5 2009, 02:57:09 UTC 8 years ago
June 5 2009, 12:16:56 UTC 8 years ago
(Obviously I'm going to have to write my own entry on this topic ... if I ever figure out a way of describing what I really meant.)
May 28 2009, 18:16:28 UTC 8 years ago
3) When I wrote, "I have...problems" that wasn't polite phrasing that really meant "somebody else is doing something wrong". I do know where the psychological hang-up in this matter lives. :-)
May 29 2009, 14:16:04 UTC 8 years ago
May 29 2009, 14:15:46 UTC 8 years ago