My Mum Reviewed My Novel. I Can’t Believe What She Said.
This is all about how your family supports your writing journey. Or doesn't…
I handed Mum a copy of my book.
My debut novel.
My self-published debut novel with the contents inspired by stories of my life.
Yeah, that kind of fiction.
There it was—a milestone I thought I might never reach. It was a beautiful culmination of years of hard work and the desire to see my name on the front cover of a book.
I did it. And what's more, I managed to do something my mother wanted from the moment I entered the world.
But as I presented the completed book, her face said it all. Sure, she seemed happy for me, but her nerves were undeniable.
“Should I read this?” she asked. “Am I going to regret reading it?”
I couldn't answer her. It was a prediction I felt unwilling to make.
All I knew was that I handed my book to my second-harshest critic, the first being me. I held my breath for what I was sure would be the review of a lifetime.
Here we go, I thought. Here. We. Go.
