Now that autumn’s here (it is, honest. There was MIST around here over the weekend! And you know what John Keats said about that), the TV has perked up! Hurrah.
We have weaned ourselves off X-Factor this year which has, truly, been hard. I feel like an ex-smoker, who just wants to go back for one more
drag look and I’m going to try to get into Strictly for the first time (can you believe, it’s the thirteenth series?!) when it starts next week just because it’s the ‘in’ thing and if I don’t, I’ll miss out on sooo many girlie chats!
But there are some programmes that I just can’t bear: Downton is one (sorry, to all its legions of fans) and that Doctor Foster (again, I know I’m in a minority!) is just stupid. Why doesn’t she just TELL him she knows he’s having an affair and save us all another 3 episodes?
But what it all boils down to is, of course, that we all like different things. What floats someone’s boat, is .. erm, to attempt to continue the ‘watery’ metaphor, just a damp squib to someone else. It’s the same as books: something you love, another person might hate (what’s WRONG with them?!). There’s no point taking it personally. In fact, as writers, it’s a GOOD thing. We can never write something that will please everyone, so we might just as well write to please ourselves and hope that in doing so, we will also please some other people.
Remember this: even if one person (like an agent, or an editor) tells you they don’t like your story or novel, another one might LOVE it!
Tonight I’ll be tuning in to BBC’s ‘The Go Between‘, one of my favourite all-time novels. Ah, but so sad. Tissues at the ready….