I regret the first novel I ever published for “realsies” on Amazon. I don’t regret the act of publishing it, but the story was written when I was a wee babe in high school, and I wanted to be done with it, so I published it this summer. I’ve gotten a lot of positive reviews, but I got one bad one and that wrecked my view of the book entirely. It shouldn’t have, but it did.
And, more than anything, it sucks that this is the first book I published because it’s not my favorite. It’s not the best of me, or the genre I think I shine in. It’s a good story about sisterhood, dystopian society, and lots of drama (think Hunger Games meets Downton Abbey), but it’s not really who I am as a writer anymore. And it’s the first book of three, so I’m gonna have to write those second two.