I find that my nonfiction voice is very consistent, and comes to me quickly -- because I get a lot of practice with it, here and on LJ and in my job. I do nonfiction all the time, and I've developed a nonfiction manner just by meeting the needs of the several daily communications of my life.

I expect the development of a fiction voice is similar -- doing it makes it develop. (Of course, were I to do Deb's meme, I'd probably pick dialogue, because I am perverse.)

Nutty, I could probably read three sentences in a row of your posts, and know it was you. Your voice is extremely distinctive.

I don't know if I have a voice, or just echo whoever's rattling around in my head. I do think this bit is kind of typical me, especially in that I never finished the essay this was going to be part of.

Often when I start to write (or start to do anything, really, but especially for writing) I find myself thinking of a song from an animated Christmas special -- one of the ones where Santa is sad, I think.

Anyhow, so I sit down to write, and this chorus of Christmas elves starts up in my brain. "Put one foot in front of another," they tell me, "And soon you'll be walking cross the floo-oo-oor. Put one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking out the door."

And that is how I write: foot by foot, word by word, sentence by sentence. I don't know where I'm going: All I know is that if I keep going I'll get there.

Giles tries to make me his channel, and I am constantly trying to beat him back, because I ain't no Anthony Stewart Head, and I just sound like a pompous ass when I let him come through.

Sometimes I'm such a mimic, I'm not sure what's me.

“Good artists copy, great artists steal.”

Man, it's quiet in here.

Quick, someone write something.

There once was a man from Nantucket...

... who kept all his cash in a bucket.

Spoilsport.