There’s one thing that about being a writer that really sucks sometimes.
That delightful little bitch of an internal editor? You can’t make her shut up. She’s always in your head—even when you’re reading OTHER PEOPLE’S WORK. Which, quite frankly, blows.
Books that you loved reading over and over again growing up are now the same books you can barely get through because OMG THE HEAD HOPPING!!!! [I’m looking at you, WAYFARER REDEMPTION] It doesn’t mean the book is bad, or anything less than it was back when it made you stay up all night reading, but suddenly there are things that offend your OCD on an almost-personal level. Yes, I’m neurotic. I’m totally okay with this.
Will the mean you’ll never enjoy reading a book again?
Not in the least. What it means is that when you find those precious unicorn books that suck you in and keep you there until the last page, you’ll appreciate it for the gem it is. You hold it close and re-read it and cuddle it because it’s the greatest thing in the world.
And, if you’re like me, you’ll be on twitter fangirling all over the place and embarrassing yourself.
Or you could...you know, just kill your internal editor with fire. She totally deserves it. Just saying.