Reading Your Own Work
I just read a novel I wrote about 12 years ago, Fran, the Second Time Around, for the first time since I self-published it in 2008. (I reissued it this year.)
What a weird experience--to read your own work as a stranger to it. I actually didn't remember 98% of it. I knew how it ended, of course. But most pages between the covers were a mystery to me.
So, it's an OK book. It was my very first, written during a very busy period in my life. I like to think that the three novels I've written since are better crafted--that I've gotten better as a novelist.
I'm not embarrassed by "Fran." I guess that's something. It does move along and on the whole, it hangs together. I think you also feel something at the end--which of course I was going for.
But it is sobering to read your work as if someone else had written it.
Readers and reviewers are welcome! It's on Amazon (free on KU) and the ebook is also on Kobo.
What a weird experience--to read your own work as a stranger to it. I actually didn't remember 98% of it. I knew how it ended, of course. But most pages between the covers were a mystery to me.
So, it's an OK book. It was my very first, written during a very busy period in my life. I like to think that the three novels I've written since are better crafted--that I've gotten better as a novelist.
I'm not embarrassed by "Fran." I guess that's something. It does move along and on the whole, it hangs together. I think you also feel something at the end--which of course I was going for.
But it is sobering to read your work as if someone else had written it.
Readers and reviewers are welcome! It's on Amazon (free on KU) and the ebook is also on Kobo.
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