My daughter is sitting on mama's lap and doing her nighttime reading. She's reading "Gnomes in the Home," a story I wrote years ago for the now-defunct YA magazine Spellbound. The story is another in my "Blade of the Bunny" and "Spell of the Sparrow" series, but this one is told from the PoV of the daughter Mel.
I don't know if she's old enough to appreciate it yet. If not, no worries.
But would you believe I'm nervous? I handed her the magazine, and within a minute I had paced past the chair three times, fighting to keep from asking her what she thought so far, or just yanking it out of her hands and making her read something else.
Sales of Goblin Quest are somewhere in the five digits, but this I'm nervous about.
I don't know if she's old enough to appreciate it yet. If not, no worries.
But would you believe I'm nervous? I handed her the magazine, and within a minute I had paced past the chair three times, fighting to keep from asking her what she thought so far, or just yanking it out of her hands and making her read something else.
Sales of Goblin Quest are somewhere in the five digits, but this I'm nervous about.






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But I can empathize with your anxiety! :)
(Otoh, kids also tend to be biased about liking stuff read to them by people they care about--the reason so many cover letters to kidpubbers say "my children and my third grade class and the kid down the block all loved this" that it's a cliche (and not a very effective selling point)--so you'll probably be okay. :-)
What does make me nervous is when my wife reads my stories. Especially the novels. I have a hard time keeping myself from watching her face while she reads, seeing if she smiles or bites her nails in the right places.
I know what you mean. If my wife makes any sort of sound while reading my stuff, I'm right there asking what she's reacting too. I'm amazed she hasn't swatted me yet.
Yeah. That was just a little bit terrifying.
(Don't have actual progeny of my own, and I'm not worried what the cats might think - but, turning the whole thing on its head, I have had papa turn up at a reading at a bookstore one time and all at once I was eleven again and desperate to please daddy, no matter what anyone else who happened to be present might have thought...)
My dad has yet to read any of my stuff. My mom asked what I'd been working on during my recent retreat, and I said "Oh,Tam Lin retelling in Vegas," and sent her an excerpt. Totally forgot about it. Also totally forgot how brutally autobiographical that story is. Just got the following response fromher:
I just got around to reading Places You Haunt. I thought it was very, very good and couldn't help but see that shades of you and Elayna were an integral part of the story. You are a very talented writer and I hope that all you wish for comes true.
Love, Mom
...and that's fairly effusive for my mother,but I still worry about the content...
The next book is actually dedicated to my daughter ... though it will probably be a few more years before I let her read it :-)
~GoGo