I was reviewing my YA novel yesterday before sending it to agents who had requested partials (even though I've combed through it so many times I lost count months ago) and every time I read that story, I get sucked into it. And that's how it should be, right?
If I didn't enjoy reading that style and that type of story, I wouldn't have written it that way. Simple as that.
I'm getting ready to send out one of my short stories to an e-zine, and again, I opened it up to comb through it one last time before submitting. This opening page gets me teary-eyed every time I read it.
When they told me waking up from cryo-sleep was the worst kind of pain, I knew none of them had ever lost a child. That kind of pain eats at you slowly. Methodically. Like an intelligent cancer carrying out its judgment on your mind and body for a crime you didn't commit.
Maybe that was why I signed up for this. I was already dead inside, so the risks were insignificant. And the inevitable side effect of losing a few memories was highly appealing.
But that was before I met Jacqueline, the woman who single-handedly accomplished what no one else could. She changed my outlook on life. On myself. On the future.
Sometimes when I'm reading one of my stories I forget that I'm the author. Those are the best moments, I think, when you're emotionally moved to the point of amnesia. Haha.
Do any of you feel like that? Maybe you find something you wrote eons ago and while you're reading it's difficult to remember you're the one who wrote it. Or maybe it's something you've read a bazillion times (as in, a novel you're submitting to agents or a short story you're submitting to editors and you just have to make sure it's perfect... again), but the same line makes you laugh every time you read it, or the same scene makes you hold your breath, even though you know what happens.
It's okay to be your number one fan. Go ahead and confess your narcissism in the comments.