In writing there is always a lot of talk about voice. Finding your voice, developing your voice, making sure your writing reflects your voice. Some people get this concept right off the bat and it emerges without any difficulty at all.
But what about those who’ve been ignoring their voice for so long they’re not sure it’s still speaking to them?
I think your ‘writing voice’ hides most of the time. It’s the one you silence during polite conversation so you don’t appear rude or worse…crazy. It is the uncivilized part we keep gagged…except for when we start tapping on those keys.
Then it speaks of murder and magic, swords and heroes, or maybe even unicorns and rainbows. Whatever.
My inner voice is an angry teenager. I’m not sure why. Maybe it's because I don't listen when she says ditching everything to live in a hut on the Scottish coast is a good idea, or maybe it's because I’ve kept her silent when she wanted to rage against the unfairness of 5:00am wakeup calls or a boss who doesn’t recognize Halloween as a legitimate holiday…or maybe she’s just a bitch. But she’s the one I let write, at least for now.
Your voice is there…you just have to listen.