This may come as a shock, but I’m not perfect.
Because I’m not perfect, my writing is not perfect. My research is not perfect. And, shocker, my characters are not perfect.
And yet nothing bothers me more than finding those imperfections after it’s too late to change them. I was just at a fantastic conference with hundreds of other romance writers and took so many classes to help me become a better writer.
A few classes were historically based.
And therein lies the issue.
I’ve been wrong.
That shouldn’t be shocking, right? Of COURSE I’ve been wrong. I’m not perfect and I know that all too well. But every time I find a mistake, grammatical, historical, or otherwise, I hiss and scold myself, and wonder how many of my readers are going to be bothered by that.
I’m not going to point out my mistakes because if you haven’t seen them, you don’t need to. Go ahead and find me more perfect than I am.
But here’s the thing: I’m still learning my craft. I’m still learning my time period. And I will continue to improve and get better, and then I will find new mistakes that I’ve been making all along.
I’m not a perfectionist, but I do want to do the very best I can for my readers, and for my characters.
You all deserve it.
I promise to cut myself a break if you will do the same for me. If you notice a glaring mistake that alters everything, you can message me about it. I do want to improve, to be sure, and I need to know my mistakes to fix them.
I will probably take it twice as personally as you intend it, so be kind about it, but that’s another issue entirely.
I make mistakes. But hopefully in the future I’ll make less of them.