I think I gave my finished and polished manuscript for We Are Stardust to about a dozen people and aside from my aunt and my friend Jann (who reads everything I write, God bless her kind heart) no one finished it and told me what they thought. The silence, as the cliche goes, was deafening.
My aunt told me it sucked.
Well, to be literal, she said it was sad and she couldn’t relate to any of the characters.
In other words, it sucked.
I’m kind of angry that I paid someone to developmentally edit a...