Digging out an old journal post. I don’t think I’ve blogged this yet.
Vincent Chough, and online friend and author of Brave Fish, says that writers are narcissists. There is quite a bit of hilarious truth to that. We love the sound of our own voices on paper. We selfishly believe that we have something to offer others, that they should graciously accept this offer with gratitude and share it with others.
I received my first Kindle in March. Nothing fancy, just one of the 4th generation, no keyboard, no apps, no touch screen. This is perfect for an ADHD reader like myself.
One of the first things I did after powering up and registering was download and read the first chapter of Brave Fish in which I came across this:
“I love to read the things that I have written in the past. I just reread the last few sentences and I love them. But of course I would, I’m a narcissist.”
As I read, the narcissist in me wondered what it would look like to read something with my name on it on a Kindle. I had heard that it was possible to view documents on the Kindle. So, I searched my computer’s archives. I stumbled onto a story I wrote 3 years ago titled “Fortune’s Fool” about a man so obsessed with gambling that he steals fortune cookies and plays the lucky numbers on a keno machine.
I still love the story and consider it one of my best because every time I read it I can remember the influences behind the story. The casino near my home was battling for table games to be approved. The locals were torn. The approval of table games would create job opportunities, but it would also fuel an already rising gambling addiction.
Another, stronger influence was my favorite author, Stephen King. In his book On Writing King talks about an early story of his in which the main character is obsessed with the green stamps that people used to send in to receive prizes. I was also deeply affected by his painfully ambiguous story “All That You Love Will be Carried Away.”
“Fortune’s Fool” is a masterpiece (to me, anyway). It would look especially great displayed on a Kindle screen. And it would prove that I am an excellent writer. So, narcissistic me, I downloaded the pdf file to my Kindle and I have since read it twice.
Vincent, thank you for your honesty and for reminding me that it’s okay to be a little bit proud and a tad narcissistic about my writing.