I know, I know, bad blogger. The dayjob has me chained to the store and when they let me out, I’m head deep in finishing book 3. Before I start the latest “7 days straight without a day off” stint, a few updates.
The Kirkus review of Delia’s Shadow was passed along by my publicist. The review could have been so much worse and I was actually kind of relieved. Pasted below, including all the mild plot spoilers they are posting. Kirkus, bless their little hearts, has the unique ability to make positives sound negative.
Money shots are bolded.
“Ghosts and serial killers in 1915 San Francisco, Moyer’s debut.
From a young age, Delia Martin could see and interact with ghosts. After her parents were killed in the 1906 earthquake, family friend Esther Larkin took her in. Later, the persistent ghosts drove Delia to New York. She returns in 1915 ready, she thinks, to confront the ghosts and celebrate the wedding of her closest friend, Sadie, Esther’s daughter, and visit a now terminally ill Esther. But the ghosts haven’t gone away; one determined woman, whom Delia calls Shadow, needs Delia to do—something. Coincidentally, or maybe not, Sadie’s beau, Sgt. Jack Fitzgerald of the SFPD, and his superior, Lt. Gabe Ryan, are investigating a serial killer. Thirty years ago, Gabe’s father, Matthew, tried and failed to catch what appears to have been the same killer. Shadow, it seems, was one of the killer’s victims. The crimes are characterized by an insensate sadism, a taunting of the police—first Matthew, now Gabe—and an obsession with ancient Egyptian funeral rites, practices and beliefs. Poor Delia, however, is almost overwhelmed with the sheer number and power of the ghosts she perceives, so she turns for help to psychic Isadora Bobet, who not only senses ghosts, but knows how to deal with them. But can Dora teach Delia what she needs to know before the killer catches up with all of them?
The narrative is impeccably constructed and presented, almost to the point where it seems like it’s on rails, though the characters are life-sized and blessedly free of any compulsion to do stupid things in order to further the plot. What’s missing are sparks of originality to make it stand out.”
Thus continues my 12yr streak of conflicting opinions about my work.
One of the things I learned while still a baby writer was not to take these things personally. That was a hard won lesson. There were times I’d go home from face to face crit group meetings and cry because I thought I was a complete and utter failure. Nothing I wrote was ever good enough. But being the most stubborn woman in the universe, I’d go back for more.
Then critters in my online group would love the exact same story, the exact same passages that my real life group had issues with.
Therein lies the lesson. Not everyone is going to love what I write. There are people in the world–and reviewers–that are going to flat out HATE Delia’s Shadow.
And that’s okay. Readers have a different relationship with a book than the person who wrote it does. It’s not their baby.
Babies grow up and books go out into the world to seek their fortunes. The wise writer–and I’m not saying I’m always wise–moves on to the next book, and prepares the next beloved child to go out into the hot, climate changed, cruel world.
This is the circle of writing. You keep writing and hope more people end up loving what you wrote, and that they out number those who loathe every word.
In other news, I will be at WorldCon! You’ll probably find me in the bar! Or the dealer’s room!
Panels? Maybe not. My schedule, as they say, is up in the air, undecided, tenuous…far from final. If that changes the people of the internet will be the very first to know.
I will be teaching the Writer’s Workshop. That is the one shiny thing, aside from seeing my friends, I’m clinging to for WorldCon.
And now I vanish into the fire swamp called “retail”.