Are you a narcissist if you enjoy your own writing?
I’ve been going over some of my old, and even recent posts and have enjoyed the exercise of reading myself with a detached perspective. I don’t like everything I write – indeed, some of it leaves me with a slightly uncomfortable feeling in my solar plexus – but overall the experience has left me with a satisfaction that I am not an entirely terrible writer. When this feeling of pride in my work manifests I hang on to it, since I know it won’t last. I am a natural cynic when it comes to authorship – mine or anyone else’s. My husband says I’m a perfectionist, by which he means fussy and obsessive. I cannot disagree with this assessment, but I also like to think of myself as unpretentious and realistic, when it comes to my writing and the writing market. I’m interested to know if anyone else has any pieces that they enjoy revisiting, pieces that evoke a feeling of pride or gratification. Interestingly for me, the pieces that I dislike the most are the ones that have been received with enthusiasm, and in one case, even published. Perhaps my judgement is clouded by the writer’s experience, rather than the reader’s experience.