The past several weeks have been rather, shall we say, challenging for me, which is why I haven't kept up my blogging quite as regularly as I would have liked. Two separate writing projects have demanded my time and concentration, as well as other aspects of real life. Right now, however, I am facing the prospect of about a week tending a dog recuperating from surgery, so I'll probably have a lot of time at the desk and computer to catch up.
One of the issues that's been brought home to me in some rather startling ways is this whole issue of writers wailing that their books are their babies. They seem to use this claim as a justification for both outrage over negative book reviews and outright attacks (usually verbal rather than physical) on the reviewers.
This is not a new phenomenon. Writers have been dissing critics just about as long as there have been writers and critics. My own experience goes back just around 30 years to my early days in Romance Writers of America and judging RWA contest entries. In face-to-face critique groups and online groups, along with one-on-one evaluations, responses to criticism ranged from "You're right; I need to fix that" to "It's my book and I'll write it the way I want to! Who are you to tell me how to write my book?"
After this more recent brouhaha over critical reviews which escalated to the point of reviewers receiving death threats, I wondered what is it that makes some writers react to criticism of their writing with such intensely personal outrage. The reviewers don't know the writers; all they're doing is commenting on their reaction to the book. And yet the writers take it so very personally. Why?
(Full commentary at http://lindahilton.blogspot.com/2015/02/separation-of-words-and-self.html)