I was looking for something else in my notes, when I stumbled across the piece I put up this morning – The Umbra.
Apparently, I wrote this.
Do you ever have that happen? You read something in your notebook, or Google Docs — and it’s clear that your brain and hands produced it — but you have no memory of actually writing it. It’s like reading something that your doppelganger from another dimension wrote.
It’s a neat feeling, honestly — approaching your work as a reader only, without any context of the process.
I’m sure this is the goal, when sages suggest you let your first draft sit for a month or two before giving it the first read — it helps with objectivity — and wouldn’t it be amazing to read your novel as a stranger? That Thing occupies a sizable portion of my psyche — how cool would it be to read it that way?
So get on it, doppelganger!
Any of you guys have stuff like that on your blog? I’d love to read it — hear your anecdotes!
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