In my experience, not only has the critic done little to enter the arena, the critic hasn’t even read the book. I’m sure you’ve seen this before, but for anyone that dares do anything in front of others, it’s worth rereading from time to time.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
-Teddy Roosevelt from Citzenship in a Republic
I have never read your work, but somehow you have caught my attention. I would like to read something by you, where would you suggest I start?
Thanks Erik. Most folks start with Post-Apocalyptic Nomadic Warriors. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004YX7MLO