My first book, "The Freeway," has seen a resurgence in sales recently. I've done a little blabbing on Facebook and Amazon, and have mentioned it to my art students, (no hard-sell tactics, I swear) and it's moving again. Its Amazon rank has been raised to near seven-hundred-thousandth, which sounds pretty puny, but compared to way over two-millionth? I'm hot!
My recent rise to micro-stardom inspired me to read "The Freeway" again. How fascinating to have the distance to read my story as if I were not the author. I saw myself as objectively as I'm ever going to, and did I like what I saw? Yes, overall. I realized a few things during my read.
First, I am a goofball, and always will be. I honestly did not realize how prevalent my goofiness is. Second, I've decided people don't change much. I read statements and recognized attitudes that I still say and carry today. I've been hooking up with old friends from high school lately, and I say it again. People don't change much. It's good.
Lastly, I learned that I have changed a lot. And that is good, too. I cringed at some of the crazy stuff I did, and wished I could go back in time and tell that inexperienced Dori to lighten-up, not take that road, quit thinking like that, and quit being such a penny pincher. But at the same time I remember being in younger Dori's shoes. I remember exactly why she made that decision, took that path, and said those things. And those reasons were just as valid at the time as the ones I use now.
Writing a book is an amazing journey on so many levels. Getting to re-read my book every so many years is not a perk I'd ever thought about. But it's really something.