I don’t know if other writers have this experience, but it struck me as a little odd – if not narcissistic. When re-reading my work through the editing process after having let it sit for some weeks, I have a plethora of reactions:
What the hell was I thinking? Was I drinking when I wrote this section?
I’m sure this isn’t even a part of the English Language!
Lame! What person since the dawn of humanity would utter those words unless it was in a C-Grade horror movie.
OMG I’m so talented. I can’t believe I wrote that *clapping hands*
I need to phone everyone right now and let them know just how brilliant this book is turning out.
Does any of this paragraph need to be included – I must have been off on one of my rants again.
When did I write this? Have little gremlins snuck into my study at night and added pages of wondrous prose?
My dog obviously wrote this paragraph.
My readers are going to lapse into a coma.
That joke is still funny!
Where’s that whole section where the heroine kicked some ass – it was brilliant! Don’t tell me it all happened in my head and I didn’t write any of it down…
I’m never going to finish this manuscript.
I see dust. Hmmm maybe it’s time to spring clean the house.
Is it too late to take back calling myself a writer?
… and on it goes. Despite the rollercoaster ride of emotions every time I sit at the keyboard, I’m helplessly addicted. I can’t stop writing.
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