Christine Purcell and myself recently did a reading of a section of our upcoming novel "THE BREACH." Listening to us, I kept thinking...wow, I am so glad I'm not listening to us on an audio book. Why? We were dreadful. I stumbled over the text, pathetically dragging at times, and Christine read quickly, swallowing her words like so many bon-bons. And both of us don't stand a chance with a British accent, something critical when reading a steampunk novel set in England in 1864.
We'll have to get someone else to read our work for audio presentation, and presumably someone from across the pond. That being said, I still struggle with the idea that I'm not doing the reading. I wrote the thing, after all---or rather...we wrote it. We should read it. And people should adore us.
And then I think about the reading and how we sounded.