This morning I got my first review for CREEP from a UK reviewer! I can’t believe the paperback will be out in the UK from Little Brown/Sphere in only eight days. Here’s a snippet:
“With an intelligent narrative, an engaging multi layered storyline and an ending to die for, looking back I realise I was hooked within a matter of pages. Creep will eat away at your psyche, delve into your subconscious and little by little, page by page, it will wear you down, hold you captive until the final throws announce a climactic ending that leaves the door wide open in the most mesmerising of ways.”
Reviews like this make me glow. CREEP is my first published novel, my first love, and whenever a reader connects with the story, I feel… joy. That’s the best way I can think of to put it.
As a writer, it’s so easy to get caught up in the craft, to obsess over sentence structure and character development and plot and subplots, and to chase after that elusive thing called voice. And in the end, what people think of our work is purely subjective, because writing is a creative profession. There’s no guaranteed path to success, and no matter how hard you work, no matter how brilliant you are, no matter how many degrees you have, readers will either connect with your work, or they won’t. It’s frustrating as hell sometimes to be so passionate about something that you know not everyone will appreciate.
But I do it because I love it. Because when that one reader comes along and loves what you’ve done, and sees the beauty in what you’ve accomplished… seriously, there is no greater feeling.
So tell me, writers: why do you write?