Monday, June 2, 2008
A regret that I have as a writer is that I cannot truly read my own material. Since I know what will happen next, I can never experience it in the same way as a reader would. The joy of discovery and being thrown by twists are impossible. But then, I am able to have an experience that the reader is denied – the discovery of creation as I collaborate with the characters as the story grows in ways I didn’t originally imagine. These instances range from smiling at minor details to being surprised by a new development. But it would be nice to be able to read one of my stories with a clean slate.