My kingdom for a voice! My kingdom for a voice!

So, Story Conference today, looking at a synopsis I’d done. An overly long, everything-but-the-kitchen-sink synopsis, and it might have included the kitchen sink. Atthat point, I couldn’t tell.

But here’s where voice became The Elephant in the Room.

Honest to pete, I know what my voice is. It’s edgy, tense, emotional, dramatic, and when I’m on my game, sexy. What did I have in this gawd-awful synopsis?

Cutesy. Yeah, cutesy.

Now, while I am a fabulous audience (Really, truly I am!) for funny and clever, shugah, I cain’t write funny to save my life.

Unfortunate, but true.

How in the world did all this cutesy, um stuff, make its way into a 31-page synopsis? Huh? Huh?

Because I got caught up with other people’s ideas and voices and lost sight of my own. Other writers could have turned these incidents into rib-splitting fabulosity of funniness and cleverness.

Not me. And, even in my best grammatic mode, not I. Nope, no way.

Now it’s back to the drawing board, thanks to my wonderful writing friend Margaret Watson, to fix this story and get it into my voice. My voice.

It ain’t easy being. . . real. Being yourself.

Even when you know better, really know better, you can still trip yourself up.

You just have to be on guard. All the time.

That’s one of the reasons writing is. . . ‘work.’

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