Honestly, critiques help us grow. If you do not like critiques, then you do not like growth. After I begged Uzair for a critique, he watched my trailer and wrote:
Well its definitely not that bad. But I would say a uniform music theme and art would definitely create a strong msg. Like you have real life images and then paintings merged in between. Nobody wants to see a nuke bomb illustration. The music in the beginning was too dark and grave like a horror movie. Good thing, I liked the narratives they were precise and conveyed the msg.
Brittany Geragotelis, author of Life’s A Witch, is finally being published after years of rejections from agents and traditional publishers.
As described on Amazon, Life’s A Witch tells the story of a powerful witch who must lead a band of teenage warriors in a war that will redefine their lives and their world.
When her work was not readily accepted by publishers, Geragotelis turned to the writing community Wattpad to garner a fan base of millions of readers around the world, as written by a Createspace blogger.
The Createspace blogger continued to write, by Jan. 2012 she found herself in an auction with several major publishing houses, which ended in a three-book deal.
Geragotelis’ unfailing determination to turn no’s into green yes’ is an inspiring lesson for anyone who owns a stack of rejection letters.
Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater is a NYT bestselling young adult novel, the first in the Wolves of Mercy Falls series. From the reviews I read, it seemed to me to be along the lines of Twilight.
Her amazing ability to create trailers as seen below drew me in.
I was about to make a purchase until I read this hilarious review by user Sparrow:
The middle of this story is really, really douchey. It’s like when your friend falls in love, and it’s fun to talk about the boy she likes for a little while; and then your eyes glaze over, and she’s still talking; and then you get a little uncomfortable about the obscene level of detail she’s giving you (about what they ate for breakfast and how their elbows touched like fifty times, nothing exciting), and she’s still talking . . .
That’s hilarious. Yet what really had me laughing with my head thrown back was this:
I just wanted these kids to get a room, and then they did get a room, but kept telling me about everything. Gag. It was like being the third wheel in a makeout session that lasted foooooreeeeveeeer.