It Just Came To Me...
I think you need to like your own writing, for others to enjoy it. Hmmmm?
I'm not sure the same holds true for art or music. Different entry points into the body. You can't taste a bite of peach by shoving it up your ass.
You use your eyes to read, sure, but it is the brain who takes the sterile squiggles from the page or screen, and savors it.
And if you are not satisfied with the flavor of yours, how do you expect others to savor it?
I have never thought of it like this before.
I am as far from being a narcissist as you can imagine, believe it or not. But I find myself really enjoying what I write. Apparently others do, as well. My sociopathology has prevented me from making this connection, so far, but it just hit me with the force of revelation.
If you don't like your shit, it probably stinks.
Tell me what you think.