As I have been churning out pieces lately, I find myself, even when coming back to read after a few days, still too emotionally invested to enjoy the story. The electricity of my ego shocks the pages and each word as it screams inside my head, "This is my story. I know this is my story." Throughout the read, I cannot help myself when I find a mistake, or a word that does not fit. Even when I have settled all the mistakes and achieve a state where I am confident and happy it is finished, I still cannot read my own work for the sake of reading it recreationally, if only to see if it flows well, or to even get lost in its words. I find it very hard for me to even picture the words and descriptions as I read, like the experience I have when actually reading someone else's work, because I am constantly analyzing. For once, I would like to read my own story as if I was another person, and enjoy it, as selfish as that may sound. Can anyone relate? If so, any suggestions or thoughts on how to battle this?