I like reading my books. Yup. For several reasons. The published not so much, but the unpublished can take up hours and days and weeks of my time if I’m not careful.
What is there to learn from old MSS? Well, how far I’ve come is a good one. Also, I take the chance to pat myself on the back for being a good storyteller, from the get go…but my actual writing skill has certainly improved.
I also see how much therapy my writing has proven the last ten years. Wow, I saw all sorts of family, friends, etc. and read a great deal of how I felt about so many situations as I read these old MSS. Found a lot of gold in them there hills, and a lot of personal growth/sadness/revelation about myself and relationships in general.
I wonder am I the only one who sees so directly my personal demons popping into my stories?
I’m also a reader who likes to read about woman in their 30s-40s-50s and follow their adventures. I like it if they are brunettes, short, roundish… You know, like me!
Now, I do like to read about hobbies and interests I don’t necessarily take part in…mainly because I don’t have time. But generally they are hobbies I’d like to think I’d enjoy pursuing. Or learning about. Same thing with locations and vacations, etc. Places I’d like to visit if I had the time. And the cash.
It is part of the adventure, I like to think. I write about the many aspects of me. The what-if me. The alternate world me. And I like to read about that woman, too.
Am I an egocentric? Or are we all this way?