Ginger, I cheated too. I put two short essay excerpts and a poem. I'm not good at following rules.

If I had to pick a passage that represents my voice, I would have to go look at old English papers because my I only feel I have found a voice in my nonfiction writing. I am still looking for a voice in fiction.

In fiction, either the current work or part of one of my fics where a woman looks deeply into her beloved's eyes and says "It matters because I love you, you idiot." Or same story "I love the People, but if the guy from Born To Run cut me off, I'd still give him the finger." I don't think anyone else would write that sentence.

erika, you're channeling Han Solo. And that's a good thing.

Ginger, I loved your pieces, and I left comments in your LJ. Kristin, off to read yours.

And thanks for the kind words about the poem.

Holding Drabble

Tom and Janet were my parents' friends, but not like their other friends. They had no children. They lived in an apartment downtown. Janet was the only woman I knew who worked, and her perfect nails seemed the height of sophistication. They took Russian lessons and went to Russia. They served wine and chicken Kiev. Their presents were always exotic. One year, I got a tiny Russian nesting doll. They are only names on Christmas cards now, but I still hold onto a wooden doll with flaking paint that holds a smaller doll that holds the love of unrelated relatives.

They are only names on Christmas cards now, but I still hold onto a wooden doll with flaking paint that holds a smaller doll that holds the love of unrelated relatives.

I hereby swear to bear Ginger's babies.

I hereby swear to bear Ginger's babies.

I want the movie rights.

Seriously - I very rarely pull the writer card out of my sleeve and wave it in the air. But I'm fierce on the subject of voice, and if you don't believe me, would my editor - literally, a living legend - convince you?

I'll dig out my copy tomorrow, but she basically said, in her ongoing essay in "Writing Mysteries", Sue Grafton's compendium, that the one thing every editor prays to walk through their door is an author with a voice. Anything else can be fixed, kluged, reworked - but you can't fake a voice.

And I know this because, in the 1993 edition, she used me as an example of voice. And that's why she fought for both Eyes and Plainsong, despite neither of them being mysteries.

Voice is the Holy Grail for an editor. Embrace your voice.

Voice is why we read certain authors. For writers, voice is what keeps 'em coming back.

Ginger, that was lovely. I very much envy your concise clarity.

Yeah, voice is a good thing. Think of it in terms of music for a moment, rather than writing, connie. I don't even mean singing voice, but the whole of the song. I know Springsteen, the Stones, U2, etc., when I hear them, and not just because of the singer's voice, but because of the entity's voice as a whole--what their songs say, how they say them (the orchestration) and I like them--I like how they do their stuff.

The same is true for writers. What's that old saw about there only being so many stories in the world? If it's true (and I at least think it contains truth), then the difference lies in the telling, which comes from the teller. That's voice, or voice is at least a part of it. It's like a family knowing (and preferring) their own mother's spaghetti sauce or apple pie, or whatever. If you achieve voice, there is something about the way you're telling your stories that makes them especially yours.

Ginger, that was lovely. Can I adopt you, too?