Sometimes I hear my voice and it’s been here, silent all these years. –Tori Amos, 1991
I know I have a voice. I hear it speaking to me, but I’m not sure I’ve captured it in my writing. I have all these writing rules stuffed in my brain and I fear they mute my voice. Also, within dwells Ms. Perfect who yammers away, not only reciting those rules, but harassing me for not following them to the letter. (She’s a comma addict, by the way.) I’m perfectly capable of detecting other writers’ voices. Some enthrall me, some I never want to hear again. My only hope is that by the time I’ve finished this novel, I will be sure of my own. Then, I can rewrite as necessary to let my voice sing loud and clear.
Does your voice reign free?