Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Bad, Lisa G. ...Bad, Bad, Bad, BAD Lisa G.!
Recently, I read a book. It was by another author. There. I’ve said it. And now for the biggie: My name is Lisa G. Riley, and I’m an author who reads other authors’ books.
Any time I read a book that isn’t my own that I’m supposed to be proofing, or that doesn’t have anything to do with research for a book I’m writing, I feel as guilty as I would if I’d committed some kind of crime. It’s the weirdest feeling, and almost the entire time I’m reading someone else’s book, my conscience is sending counter thoughts through my mind. It whispers to me (chidingly, of course):
What ARE you doing? Put that book down, please. That author is already published. She’s done what she has to do and you must do the same. How can you possibly live with yourself? Reading other books when you know that that great American novel of ours is just waiting to be written! Bad, girl…bad, bad, bad, BAD girl!
Okay, so my conscience is a little bit harsh and confident (great American novel?) and for some odd reason, she has a snappy British accent, but anyway…
Seriously, it is sometimes difficult to enjoy some of my favorite authors’ work without feeling guilty. Does anyone else feel the guilt, or am I just, um…special? Should I be seeking help?