What an odd feeling…
So today I’m having a strange experience. We’re producing the audiobook of my first book, my memoir I’m Not Crazy Just Bipolar. I’m having the worst flashbacks. I wish I could just approve it and not have to listen to it – which I suppose is an option – but the perfectionist in me says listen to the entire book.
And it’s rough.
Listening to your life is really odd. It’s far more powerful, in my opinion, than reading it; and having someone else speak it is kind of freaking me out.
I have always found audiobooks to be much more powerful than reading. Being an ADD kid, or ADD adult, audiobooks are more effective for me; I get through them easier. This is not to say I don’t read books, it is merely that hearing is “easier” on my brain than books. This is sad, I mean, I love literature, books, libraries. Sigh.
Back to the point here. I can’t wait until I’m done listening. I truly hope you like it if you buy the audiobook. I think it will be a good one.
Have a great weekend! Peace. xo wendy