I’m not sure how I should take this. The typeset manuscript of my first novel arrived in my inbox. It looked like a proper novel and I allowed myself to feel a little bit excited. I printed it out and left it on the kitchen table. When I came back to proofread it I discovered that my novel had received its first bad review.
The ragged corner and puncture marks you see on the front page are from the teeth and claws of a feline critic. Harsh.
Or maybe not. Perhaps he loved it so much he just wanted to eat it.
Or maybe I’m taking myself (and my cat) way too seriously. He likes to sit on paper and tear the edge with his teeth. He mostly attacks utility bills. Besides, he can’t read. He’s not really my target audience.
Phew.
