Ever picked up one of your old books, and started reading it? I did so the other day. It was a weird experience, as we’re talking of something I wrote many years back. Now, when I am editing my own work, I re-read the book 7-9 times – probably too often. Of course, I read over missing words and don’t pick up continuity errors. The scary thing is I DO find a lot, which just says how bad I am. Anyway, the end result is, by the time it is published… I don’t really want to read it again. I’m proud of it, I love it, I hope readers love it… but I don’t want to read it again, at least not for a while.
When I have ended up doing sequels, of course, that needs several re-reads, lots of note taking, to make sure I am in character, in sequence, and have the same ‘language-image’ in my head (Depending on the type of book, the target market, there is quite a difference.) But… that’s not reading for pleasure, really. It’s a studying exercise. So: when I was really struggling with the black dog… and looking for something to read to cheer me up a little, I fell into one of my own books.
That author was an optimist. And I wish I could time travel and teach him a few things. He was eerily like someone I might have known once… Sir Terry Pratchett said (I paraphrase) that his novel THE CARPET PEOPLE was written by two separate authors, both himself, but one at 17 and the other 43. I enjoyed by own book, but… well, I am tempted to re-write it – in my ample spare time.
It’s a feature of trying to make a living as an author, that you need to write a lot. That compresses the time at the end of a book before you turn it in for publication. I’d love to put my books aside for a year or two, but that’s not going to happen. I am still determined to make that a longer period, so I can see the wood for the trees, as it were.
So, tell me: Have you re-read your old work? Did you like it? Did you even recognise the author?




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