Now that I have officially finished a book and I am looking beyond that process, I have come across a couple of unfortunate aftereffects of writing. The first is that writing has spoiled reading for me. I cannot read a book without comparing it to my book. I judge the writing style, the grammar, the voice, the illogical jumps in the story, everything. Adverbs stick out like sore thumbs. If a character does something inexplicable, I shut the book and don't open it again. Reading is not a process of taking me away to a different place anymore, it is a comparative and competitive exercise. I am pretty sure that's not the right thing to do, but i don't know how to undo it.
The second thing is my feelings towards my own book. Sometimes I feel like i have written a masterpiece, and at other times I feel like it's trash. I am pretty sure the reality is somewhere in between, but I don't know towards which side it leans. I am not even sure whether I should publish it anymore.
Hopefully, I will get a few beta readers who will tell me what to think. I should at least join a critique group. That might give me a neutral feedback.
Rambling apart, I have printed the second draft of the book and will go through it over the next week. Hopefully I don't feel too bad about it later.
The second thing is my feelings towards my own book. Sometimes I feel like i have written a masterpiece, and at other times I feel like it's trash. I am pretty sure the reality is somewhere in between, but I don't know towards which side it leans. I am not even sure whether I should publish it anymore.
Hopefully, I will get a few beta readers who will tell me what to think. I should at least join a critique group. That might give me a neutral feedback.
Rambling apart, I have printed the second draft of the book and will go through it over the next week. Hopefully I don't feel too bad about it later.
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