I get bored of reading my own stuff. I can’t imagine anyone that would want to read the same thing over and over and over. Granted there are certain things we revisit, favorite books or poems, songs even. But not usually all day, every day, for consecutive periods of time.
As a Writer, I tend to write something on the day, re-visit the work over and over for a few hours until I feel I’ve said how I feel. Then basically be done with it. I’ve never created a word thinking to myself ‘one day publishers will be beating down my door for this!’
Usually the first thing on my mind when I finish something is, ‘Sweet. Time to move on.’
It’s not that I don’t understand and appreciate editing. Once upon a time I used to get paid money to ‘transcribe complex strategy into plain-language documents’ which essentially means edit.
Editing my own voice is odd. It’s hard enough revisiting all these places from essentially the past 24 months. Some of the stuff I’m reading I literally read once, most of it I don’t remember writing.
And THAT my blog family is some pivotal ‘what I’m learning about myself as a Writer’ shit! Along with: only classical music or silence allowed during work time and black coffee is my favorite vice.
Hope you all had a lovely weekend…