I’ve been working on a project that involves writing short stories based on my published books. Some were completed years ago, and I needed to read them again to reacquaint myself with the plot and characters.
Now, I’ve reread my books many times—correcting, editing, and making other changes. What I haven’t really done was approach them as a reader, and not the author. While I couldn’t help noticing things that need attention for the next edition, I found the process quite enjoyable. In fact, I’ve been surprised by things I’d forgotten and by how much fun I’ve had reading!
Does that mean I’m self-absorbed, shallow, or off-kilter? Do other authors experience the same thing when they read their own stuff? It makes sense that I wouldn’t write something I found distasteful or boring. And, if I enjoyed writing the story, why wouldn’t I also enjoy reading it?
I suppose it’s logical that I’m comfortable with the content and characters of my own books. They usher me into a safe space where I can relax, enjoy myself, and even know from the start how the story turns out. What’s not to like?
If any of this sounds remotely familiar, I would love to hear your thoughts!