So I decided to read Grace as though I hadn’t written it. Cover to cover in book form, like I’d just purchased it in a store. And, though I cringed at a few little things I’d change, I managed to just read it.
I thought I would hate it, to be honest. I’m terribly critical of my own writing. I think that’s something true of most writers, though I’ve never really asked others who write. And I was pleasantly surprised — it actually reads quite well.
It’s funny that I’d never read it in such a way before. I mean, I wrote it, and then edited it ad nauseam. So it was always a bits and pieces kind of thing. No read-through. The closest I came to that was correcting the galley, and even that was a stop/start red pen adventure.
So a pretty cool experience. One I think I’ll try to have with the next one before publication.