Comes with many joys and sorrows. It completely changes how you look at things like movies and other books too.
For instance, before I became a writer, I used to get absorbed into Christine Feehan’s books. I wouldn’t have put one down until I’d finished reading it, unless something vital, like a kid bleeding from a skinned knee or something. On the rare occasion I did put it down, I’d rush back to it eager to finish it.
Yesterday I spent several hours reading the first half of Samurai Game, but instead of losing myself in the world the book created, I found myself dissecting it and realized 65% of it is passive voice and a ton of descriptions. I still felt for the characters, but always in the back of my mind was the nagging voice telling me I was reading a book.
When it came time to set it aside and start dinner, I discovered that while I’m interested in how it ends, I have no urgent need to return to it. Maybe it was all the passive writing, maybe my brain just automatically set itself to dissect mode the minute I became a writer, whatever it is, I find myself unable to get “lost in” or “swept away” by books that once completely captivated me. Same with movies.
Is this a normal side effect to becoming a writer? Will I spend the rest of my life dissecting everything I read or watch?
Maybe my tastes have changed a bit since I started writing, who knows? All I know is that my inner critic has a field day dissecting everything anymore.
Has this happened to any of my fellow writers out there? Authors, can you still lose yourselves in other books instead of dissecting them first go round? Any suggestions for silencing the inner critic for the first read of a new book?