The Woody book

The Woody book

I am in the process of re-invigorating my catalogue of books, and in so doing I have familiarized myself again with a lot of my own work.

People who haven't written books may find it hard to believe that an author would forget what he has written, but I can tell you without a doubt it happens.  Especially as the years pile up.  

But it's not just that I can't remember specific scenes.  Rather, the most intriguing part for me in going back and revisiting my stuff is the issue of style.  I suppose I thought a writer's style was a given, a static thing that hung around permanently.  Not so.  I have found all sorts of different styles in my work.  One of the strangest deals about this observation is that what I wrote ten years ago now seems like the work of a different writer.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm not saying that I'm a lot "better" now.  Maybe in some ways I am, but mainly I just approach writing a novel differently than I did back then.  

Some of it is point of view, which nowadays for me is almost exclusively first person, as opposed to the omniscient narrator of years gone by.  But somehow the old narrator was not afraid to go out on a limb and tell us what characters were feeling, where now my protagonist does all the feeling for everyone (whatever that means). 

Here's my challenge to you.

Go back and read something you wrote long ago, and then get back with me.  I'd love to know what you found out about yourself.


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