An awesome book versus a crappy book: Can you tell the difference or do you care?

Can you tell the difference between a great book versus a crappy book? Most people, if not all, would say yes. And yes it should be yes. I am not talking from a writer’s perspective. We all know what we like when it comes to art, music, books and movies.

But what if someone told you that this is what you should like in these forms of art? If I told you that the book you read had a poor plot line, poor character development, head hopping from character to character, poorly researched and rushed at the end would you not like the book anymore?

If I told you it should have gone through a beta group, a critique group and if nothing else to an editor one more time would you not like the book anymore? If I told you it had many loop holes, your protagonist wasn’t believable, how the transition between the beginning to the twist was flawed would you not like the book anymore?

I bring this up for one main reason. I was on Amazon leaving a review for two books. I tend to read the reviews that are placed there for the same book. When I see many positive reviews it causes me to wonder. Didn’t they see the error filled chapters? Didn’t they see that in one chapter it was her boyfriend and the next chapter it was her husband and the next her boyfriend again? Did they not see how the ending was just tidied up with little rhyme or reason? Either you are a friend of this author or you like what you like and nothing above matters to you.

We like what we like for reasons that works for us. I read a book hat had an amazing plot, twist and well-developed characters. The grammar and edits were atrocious. If I can let go the writer in me it would work. Other times I just want to pull my hair out.

But a the end of the day what works for you is what matters.

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My computer and printer are females

I believe my computer and printer are both female. Yes, I know. But give me a few minutes to explain why.

Whenever my computer acts up, in any and all way, I end up being frustrated or ticked off. Afterwards I will go over the things I have learned on how to fix a computer. I have an amazing computer talented person in this house to help me. But I always give it a try just in case it is something small that I can figure out to not feel stupid when he fixes it and it is something small.

When that fails I ask for help. And it never fails to amaze me how he will sit down at my desktop and just figure it out and sometimes quickly. Grateful? Yes. Annoyed? Yes.

For example I have problems with my printer. It doesn’t always print when I ask it to. Sometimes it takes minutes and sometimes it never even prints unless I turn it off and on a number of times. My talented one will sit in my chair print a random page and viola it prints to which I get the look.

My computer one day kept shutting off or freezing up. I rebooted, That didn’t solve it. I updated the software and all that. Nothing. I searched online, which is such a terrible idea for this subject matter, and still nothing.

He either haa the magic touch, and with computers he does, or my computer and printer are frankly and obviously females. It won’t work for me but always works for him.

Ugh.

Why do you write?

Why do you write? Better yet why did you start to write? My story is one I have told a few times over the years and it is pretty simple.

My husband told a good friend of ours that he felt I wrote well. Of course that was I suspect his way of letting me know since she told me soon after. I mulled it over. That particular year I had surgery on my foot and another surgery within 6 weeks of the first one. Having time I jotted stuff down. My goal was not to be published right away it was to write stories for whenever I had grandchildren they could read the stories or have us read to them.

That was how I started. But why did I continue? Well a writer’s group was starting up at a library near me. And while I was the only non librarian there, there were six of us, they made me feel welcomed and empowered me to continue with my writing in more ways than one.

Writing is like a fever now. And if you are a writer you know what I mean. There are so many ideas in my head that are screaming, “Let us out!” It is part of us and to stop is truly not an option. Everything I see even on a simple venture outside of the house has me thinking of ideas and story lines.

Please don’t give me a prompt books, they are a favorite of mine, for I will have ideas piled up in a bulging notebook of ideas. There is no way I could live long enough to write them all and that is if I stop writing ideas down.

It is a fever. No maybe that is not the right word. But once you have the bug, for whatever reason you started, it is with you and is a part of you like it or not.