So you got a bad review . . .

Whatevs…

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Bad reviews suck. Big time. But if you’re going to be a writer—or a singer or an actor or a knife-juggler—you’re probably going to get them. Name me one Pulitzer Prize winner or Nobel Laureate who never got a thrashing in the press. You need to understand that once you’re in the public eye, you’re opening yourself up to analysis, critique and commentary.

Not all of it’s gonna be good.

It’s wonderful to have your ego massaged by squeals of You’re the best! And When’s your next book? But what do you do when the comments get ugly?

Ask yourself whether it’s justified

I’ve had—ahem—a few negative reviews in my time. My instinct was to cry buckets of tears. They hate me! Waaahhhh! Then I began to ponder. Was any of it justified?

Some oui, some non. Some people said that one of my books (Mesmerized, if you really wanna know) focused too much on the side story and not enough on the romance, which should always be central and shine out above all. “Where was the love?” one reviewer asked. Was she right? I’ll admit it: Yes, she was.

One of my novels featured a hero who got a concussion from a bomb blast, and yet still managed to bounce out of bed in a few days, running around and boinking my heroine. “He should be cloned,” one reviewer said nastily. Kinda mean . . . but she had a point.

I remember the ones that were right, and took those lessons to heart. They made me a better writer.

What if they’re wrong?

I’ve also had reviews that were way off the mark. One person presented a bizarre theory that my characters’ names echoed their personalities almost verbatim: Mattie because she was a doormat and Dominic because he was demonic.

Uh . . . no. That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard.

One book club wrote me to tell me they were blacklisting me because my book didn’t have enough sex in it. Huh? How much sex is enough? The sex fits in the plot line, the characters, and the situation, and that’s all the sex you need.

When reviews are off the mark, spiteful, or dead wrong, forget ‘em. Chalk them up to misguidedness, jealousy, or a mean spirit. Fire up your keyboard and go on.

Ask for clarification

Now, I don’t advise you to email the chief reviewer of the Times, but if you get some hazy feedback from someone you’re actually in contact with, like “Meh, I just didn’t like it,” you’re well within your rights to ask what exactly they didn’t like, so you can try to fix it.

Poll the crowd

One person’s opinion may not hold a lot of weight, but if several people say the same thing, there might be something to it. Ask around. Give or lend a few copies to some trusted friends (maybe not close family members who’d die rather than hurt your feelings) and ask for feedback.

Don’t pad the comments section

For God’s sake, don’t make up a bunch of fake identities and proceed to give yourself godlike five-star reviews. You’re gonna get caught out and trust me, it’s humiliating. Also, don’t shoot back, get nasty, or attack the reviewer online or off. Maintain your grace and dignity. Your image is everything. Remember the Streisand Effect. Small things only get bigger if you call attention to them.

Get expert advice

Ask a professional editor or writing coach—like *cough* me—for their opinion. Although it’s best to do this before you publish, even after it’s out there, some solid pointers might help you avoid the same mistakes next time.

Treat yourself

Okay, so you got a bad review. Cry your tears if you must, but pick yourself up and dust off your knees. You’re a writer, dammit. Writers write, and to hell with other people’s sucky opinions. And to help you get into the mood, treat yourself to something sinful. My poison of choice is one crushed Oreo cookie and a large scoop of Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia, all drowning in Baileys Irish Cream.

But you have whatever suits you, honey. Bottoms up!

Any ‘bad review’ stories to tell? Any advice to share? Comment and let us know.

Neil Patrick Harris Read to Me

And he crushed it.

Cover image of Neil Patrick Harris, memoir, showing him dressed as a magician, holding a top hat.

I know that once I make my confession things are gonna get ugly in here, so I’m just gonna come right out and say it. I’ve never seen a single episode of Doogie Howser, M.D., and deeply disliked How I Met Your Mother. The first, because it simply wasn’t on TV in Trinidad at the time, and the second because the show never grabbed me, and I found the laugh track annoying.

So there.

HOWEVER—and it’s a big however—I adore Neil Patrick Harris. Men with three first names are so sexy. I loved his memoir, Neil Patrick Harris: Choose Your Own Autobiography, especially since I got the audiobook and Neil read the whole thing to me. I’m lazy, I know.

I love the memoir genre, especially if I like and respect the person who wrote it, but this one was different. Special. Neil chose to organise it like one of those old-fashioned Choose Your Own Adventure books I couldn’t get enough of as a child. The kind that had you hopping back and forth from page to page to see what happened next, depending on choices you make.

Pretty damn hard to achieve with a memoir, no? Double the difficulty because it’s written in the second person: You.

Anyway, Neil nailed it. He has a wonderful voice, and he’s led a happy and interesting life. I’ve always had the theory that some of the most successful and creative people have lived through a hard, painful life. Neil kicks that theory into a cocked hat. He was loved, cherished, and encouraged by his family. He lived the dream.

We get to hear about his early adventures in theatre, his big breaks on his own TV series, and how the stole the show from everyone else on HIMYM. How he fell in love and came out as a gay man (or was it the other way around? I don’t remember.) How he became daddy to two beautiful children (that part was super interesting).

And he’s friends with Elton John!!!! Squeal!

Loved it. Good job, Neil.

Pairing

I’m gonna pair Neil Patrick Harris: Choose Your Own Autobiography with The Magic Misfits, because I bloody well didn’t know he’d written other books.

As well as the DVD trio of Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle / Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay / A Very Harold & Kumar Christmas because as much as I adore John Cho and Kal Penn, NPH steals the show. Spoiler: he’s high and super horny and he humps everything.

Get it, and enjoy some of the best slacker comedy out there.

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Why You Need an Editor

The printer’s devil hates you.

Cartoon of a printer with devil's horns.

A while ago I had a conversation with a client who approached me to proofread a major financial document. I agreed, but soon they came back to tell me that higher-ups had vetoed the idea, saying that several people had approved it, so it was okay to print as it was.

Um . . . mebbe, mebbe not.

Now, what I’m about to say might sound arrogant and self-serving, but I don’t mean it as such. Believe me when I say that if any document is meant for public consumption, it’s a really, REALLY good idea to have a professional editor or proofreader look it over.

Here’s why.   

An editor’s eye is different

Yes, yes, we’re all educated people here. We can all put together a decent memo or report. But thinking that a document is fine because management has looked it over might be a mistake. When professionals proofread, we examine every single sentence. We check every single punctuation mark. We debate agonisingly over every bulleted list. Periods at the end of each item or no? Indented or flush? We’re by no means infallible, but I can promise you that when you pass your document through the hands of a good editor, it’ll be better for it.

You need someone to double-check your facts

You say the time in Ghana is three hours ahead of Trinidad and Tobago . . . but are you sure? Maybe I can run a quick check on that for you? (Yeah, it’s actually four hours.) Have you correctly spelled the name of your Minister of Parliament? (And do you want them to forever hold you in their craw if you haven’t?) Is the person you’re writing about called Jennifer or Gennifer? I’ll find out for you.

People might actually understand what you’re trying to say

Have you ever had to read something three or four times to be able to understand what the hell it’s saying? *eye roll. If some corporate writers got paid by the number of letters in each word, they could retire and open a coconut ice cream stand in Malibu.

A good editor will help you break down dense copy into easily digestible bites. So your reader doesn’t give up halfway and use your publication to line their hamster cage.

The printer’s devil hates you

Photos printed upside down. No captions. Page numbers screwed up. An entire column in a story says ‘lorem ipsum’ over and over. You notice too late that someone in the background of your cover photo is flashing their boobs. Oops.

Reprints are expensive

You know what’s painful? Getting your booklet back from the printer only to discover a handful of minor typos—or a major, catastrophic one. Which will leave your company with egg on its face, and you stammering before your superiors about how you let it slip past you.

You like to sleep at night

In short, hiring an editor to edit or proofread will give you peace of mind. Someone has taken the time to pick and poke at your valuable document and then stitch it back up again. Feels good, doesn’t it?

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True Porn Clerk Stories

There are more careers in porn than the obvious

I grew up in a country so straight-laced that in the 90s a store owner was charged for selling—I kid you not—a pubic comb, a “male enhancer”, and a pair of men’s underwear imprinted with I Ate the Whole Thing.

In my family, we never had a VCR, cable hadn’t made it to our shores yet, and the Internet was 20 years into the future. In other words, my teenage exposure to porn was distressingly limited to clandestine gawping at 5-minute clips at friends’ houses. I was college-age the first time I saw an entire porn reel from start to finish. I was the only girl there, uncomfortably wedged in on the couch among four or five teenage boys at a friend’s house in Jamaica, when the ‘rents were out. I don’t remember much of the film, but I remember the experience as a landmark.

At 21, post-degree, I gaped around myself in Soho, London, at the neon XXXs flashing in dusty shop windows, with aging bleached-blondes in tatty bustiers standing outside doorways, puffing on fags and catcalling passing men, daring them to enter. In Brussels I worked up the courage to walk into a crack-in-the-wall porn theatre, stupidly stopping at the concessions stand to buy a tuna sandwich and a drink. Too dumb to know that one did not eat in porn theatres.

I lasted five minutes, maybe ten, before I raced outside, never mind the francs I’d wasted, to finish my tuna sandwich in the street. Because a sharply dressed young businessman in a neat grey suit had sat himself a few seats down from me and begun to do what most people do in porn theatres.

In Geneva, my sister, her boyfriend and I ventured unto one of those noble establishments where they sold handcuffs, ball gags, floppy pink dildos and lurid video cassettes out front. To the back, you could rent a private booth for five or ten minutes and “view” the cassette of your choice. There was nothing behind each curtain but a wooden bench, a box of tissues, and a half-full wastebasket. After soaking up the atmosphere and the naughtiness of it all, we left, laughing.

Yeah, so that was my brief introduction to the seamy underside of the porn world. Lame, I know.

Anyhoo, on to True Porn Clerk Stories, a memoir written and narrated by Ali Davis. In short bursts of maybe five minutes each, Ali reminisces about her adventures, paying her way through college by manning the desk in a video store (remember those?) whose downstairs adults-only room was quite popular with the punters.

She relates her stories in a dry, jaded, I’ve-seen-everything voice, and they’ll make you reach for the hand sanitiser. Punters so desperate for their porn fix that they waited outside in the cold for her to come unlock early in the morning. Customers who don’t rewind their tapes are bad enough, but those who return them wet and sticky? Ugh. Racist covers with black men depicted as farm animals. Entire series of videos depicting acts that are still illegal in many territories. Men who try to pick her up, or worse, don’t seem aware that the downstairs room is equipped with CC cameras, and decide to “enjoy the product” on the spot.

Ick, ick, and ick. But so, so funny. You’ll cringe, you’ll empathise, and you’ll certainly laugh.

Pairing

For the punters, I’m gonna pair True Porn Clerk Stories with a classic men’s mackintosh from Adam Baker, because no pervert should venture into a porn store without them.

For you, the listener, I recommend this Earworks ear wash kit, to cleanse and irrigate. Because when you’re done listening, you’re gonna feel like you need it.

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How To Name Your Characters

Because Engelbert Humperdinck was already taken.

My name is . . . what? Slim Shady!

So we’ve gone through a couple of pitfalls to avoid when coming up with character names. Now you know what not to do. But how do you come up with the perfect handle for your hero—or the shopkeeper on the corner?

Here are a few ways I do it.

Dust off the phone book

Or at least, open the phone book app. I’ve spent yours flipping through lists of names with a notepad at my side, jotting down what appeals to me. I speak them out loud and decide if I like the way they sound.

I search like this for both first and last names, sometimes opening the book at random, sometimes making my way through a whole letter. One caveat: never take both a first name and a last name from one person. That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen.

Throw a baby shower

Or at least visit a baby naming site or invest in a baby naming book. The advantage of this tactic is that you can also check out the ethnic origin and meanings of the name. Does it suit your character? If it’s a foreign name, how would someone from that culture react to it? And just as with naming a real life baby, make sure the name can’t be twisted into something obscene or insulting. A mean or crappy nickname is a hard thing to shake, even if you’re fictional.

Make stuff up

Because why not? It’s your book. Come up with something that sounds good and appeals to the eye. Read it out loud and see if it sounds right. It’s an especially good trick if you write fantasy or sci-fi. I seriously doubt a three-armed sub-lieutenant from beyond the Crab Nebula would have an Earthy sounding name.

Have a laugh

Amuse yourself with a whacky and entertaining name, especially for a walk-on character who won’t be around long enough to be annoying. Let it be your little joke. Because writing should be fun.

Use an online name generator

A good name generator will ask questions about your character’s gender, religion, ethnicity/origins and personality and then attempt to come up with a list of names you can use. It’s not only useful; it’s addictive.

I just tried to find a name for my Jewish female Afgan zombie of Trinidadian parentage (born in my birth year), and it came back with some gems, including Yuk Lozano and Yulia Lawrie. How could you not love that?

Use anagrams

Some people love finding Easter eggs in their books; hidden treasures that bring them a gasp of pleasure when they’re uncovered. Wouldn’t you love your reader to discover that your character’s name contains a hidden meaning?

Give them just one name

Hey, Cher and Elvis didn’t invent it, and you have to admit that having just one name makes your character look cool as hell. Or sinister. Or commanding. Or godlike. Make them feel like a legend!

Forget names entirely

Hot skater dude. Pink Mini-Skirt. The Bread Lady. Anything that brings a vivid image to your reader’s eye and remains in their mind after they’ve read your story.

Slip a notable characteristic in there

Yeah, yeah, in my last post, How Not to Name Your Characters, I may have suggested this wasn’t a good idea. But it’s too irresistible not to try at least once. Pick one characteristic and play with it; you’d be surprised how appealing your reader will find it, especially if the nickname is bestowed upon them by another character.

Bug-eyes Malone. Legs Maraj. Twitch.

Oh, just have fun. If you do, we will too. I promise.

What It’s Like to Be Born a Crime

Get the book! Seriously! Get it!

Trevor Noah's Born a Crime cover. And he is cute!
Be still, my heart . . .

I’ll admit it freely: I’m a Trevor Noah junkie. I watch him obsessively, pretty much the same way I watched John Stewart when he was at the helm of The Daily Show. They’re both so smart, funny, compassionate, incisive and hella cute.

So when I discovered that Trevor had published his autobiography, Born a Crime : Stories from a South African Childhood, I downloaded it so fast I bruised my clicky finger. Happily, I got the Audible version, so not only did I get to enjoy one of the best memoirs I have ever “read”, but I also got to hear my heart-throb Trevor read it to me! Win-win!

I’d be hard-pressed to describe how freaking good this book is. How richly textured and eloquent and evocative and heart-stopping. I’d read books set in South Africa’s apartheid era before, such as Life, and Times of Michael K by J. M. Coetzee, or The Grass is Singing, by Doris Lessing. Both are brilliant.

But maybe it’s because of my West Indian heritage that shares so much with his African one. Maybe it’s because Trevor is so young, so much closer to my era, that I was able to identify. With Trevor’s deeply religious but surprisingly feisty and defiant mother. With his stalwart grandmother, who wasn’t afraid to put a licking on any kid that gave her lip—except for Trevor, who was “so white” she was afraid he’d bruise.

I loved the family relationships, especially with his brother. I marvelled at the way his father was willing to conceive a baby in a relationship that could literally land him in jail. I recoiled at his stepfather’s brutality, and shifted uncomfortably at the descriptions of poverty and lack.

When I look at Trevor Noah now, on top of his game, ruling the world, I feel proud and relieved. Because to hear him tell it, his sketchy youth might have led him down an entirely different path, as it did so many of his peers.

Quite literally one of the best books I have ever read.

Pairing

I’d like to pair Born a Crime with The Eat-a-Bug Cookbook, Revised: 40 Ways to Cook Crickets, Grasshoppers, Ants, Water Bugs, Spiders, Centipedes, and Their Kin (which seriously exists) in honour of the years in which Trevor and his family had to survive on mopane worms and the like. Ugh.

Also, with this AlbergBest 21 megapixel camera, in recognition of Trevor’s brief life of crime, and the stolen camera, full of some other family’s vacation photos, which finally made him realise that his trade in stolen merchandise was hurting innocent strangers. Maybe it’s what helped turn his life around . . . if so, I’m grateful.

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Is there any memoir you love more? Or are you a Trevor Noah fan like me? I’d love to hear from you.

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How Not to Name Your Characters

Awful character names are everywhere. Avoid the crime so you don’t have to do the time.

Naming your characters can be a pain in the butt. You want your readers to be able to tell them apart, of course, but you also try to convey some sense of identity, some element of their personality, through their name. The same image certainly doesn’t come to mind when you hear Beulah or Anastasia, does it? What about Count Dracul versus Muffy?

Just like a person’s name, a character’s name can influence how others see them, even shape their destiny. So when you’re brainstorming. here are a couple of pitfalls you might want to avoid:

Double-letter dullness

We were all raised on Sammy the Snake and Wanda the Witch (Sesame Street kids know what I’m talking about). It’s tempting to use alliteration, especially when naming animals or characters in children’s books. But Barry the Badger and Barnabas the Billy Goat becomes boring.

Lazy characterisation

Lewis Carrol and Charles Dickens were great at conveying the physical and personal characteristics of their people using their names, but in a modern setting it seems lazy. You can name a character Nicholas One-Eye to comic or ironic effect, but otherwise . . . really?

Janet and Jane

For the sake of my eyes and my tired, confused brain, please don’t give two characters such similar names that I wind up getting their plotlines and character arcs confused. Was Alice the bank robber or Alison?

Alphabet soup

Does your character’s name really have to have five consonants in a row? Unless she’s Welsh, I’d guess not. I know it’s all the rage to come up with fancy names, with unusual spellings and a half-dozen punctuation marks thrown in, but most of us hear a voice in our head as we read. So the next time you make me stumble over a character named Vercingetorix Llewellyn Berggren, I’m going to throw the book at you.

Twisted timelines

I’m sure there are kids running around these days named Beyoncé or Daenerys. But remember the time frame your story is set in. Please don’t inflict them on a kid born in behind enemy lines in WWII. Many names are peculiar to their timelines. Probably why there’s nobody out there under 75 named Mildred.

Tripping on their roots

Kunta Kinta resisted being called Toby until they beat it out of him. Why? Because his name was part of his self image. It was one of the last things he could hold on to from his motherland. It helped remind him of who he was.

Names are our identity, often entrenched in our ethnic roots, our gender, our homeland and our parents’ dreams for us. You character’s names should reflect who they are . . . without descending into insulting cliché, of course.

As always, it’s your book and you can name your characters anything you want. You can name your guy Phineas J. Finklebottom. You can call your heroine A. You can break any of these guidelines to achieve the effect you want. Many great authors have done it.

But I’m just sayin’ . . . .

What’s the best or worst character name you’ve ever seen? Tell us in the comments.