I’m probably being silly, but I normally can’t read my own books once they go to print. One problem I have is by the time I submit the book for the last time, I’ve read it so many times I can almost recite it word for freaking word. Each day, when I sit down to write, I reread and revise what I wrote the day before. Then, when my husband has a free moment, he checks out what I’ve been working on and like the temperamental, control freak that I am, I usually read over his shoulder and try to catch any errors before he does. Once it is completed, we go through it one last time before I submit it.
The editing process is painstaking also. The content editor sends me one or two rounds of suggestions and then three separate line editors go through and make their suggestions. By the time I hit the send button for the last time, I’m done. Really done.
The other problem I have with rereading my own book is, I’m a perfectionist. I second guess my word choice and sentence structure until I lose track of the story line. Even though the book has been gone through so many times, I still find mistakes. Maybe it’s too many cooks in the kitchen causing a few of the errors, but I fully admit I make numerous mistakes all on my own.
Anyway, the bottom line is, I usually can’t do it. I get through maybe a page or two at most and quit. But The One and Only is different. A friend of mine was asking me why I used certain phrases. He was using me like many people use a reading group, tossing ideas around to try to gain deeper meaning from various passages. Because the book was written so long ago, (close to a year) I couldn’t bring it up in my head, word for word. I started rereading it so I could speak intelligently 🙂 and found, to my surprise, that I was enjoying it. I wasn’t freaking out over every little thing and wishing I could change this or that. It’s a refreshing change.