Day three of the challenge is about the voice of the writer. What do I know about my voice, or better yet, have I even found it ? When I first began to write seriously over eight years ago, I had family members tell me that I have a simple way of presenting things that could be more geared towards kids. At first, I didn’t really like this because I was attempting at the time to write a horror story for an adult audience. I suppose using a teenage girl as the main character of the story may have a big hand in their assessment. After contemplating on their feedback, I decided to write for young adult. Over time though I found this to be too restrictive (I kept feeling drawn to wanting to write from an adult/female perspective rather than a teenaged one). This feeling still has not gone away; in fact, it’s getting stronger, constantly nagging at me .
As an apprentice of the writing craft, I’m still exploring various niches as I work to hone my voice. I don’t use big words or write complex sentences. I prefer the simplicity side of writing. In many of my stories I tend to rely heavily on action and dialogues to tell the story rather than descriptions. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or bad. I just know what my strengths are, and being descriptive is not one of them. And I guess because of that, certain people thought that only kids would be more interested in reading my stories rather than adults. Well, I’m going to be testing that theory with a romance story and we’ll see.
As mentioned in the previous post, the main objective for this blog was to connect with other like-minded writers. Being somewhat of a recluse (and not really by choice), I don’t get out much to mingle with people. I have this need to connect with others; and this need I notice is growing stronger the older I get. Writing can be lonely, and though at times I need to be alone, I don’t want to be alone all the time.
By now you’re probably asking why am I a recluse. Well, perhaps it’s more like I’m a part-time recluse.
I’ve been a loner and an outsider for a good chunk of my life due to my disabilities (first with the hearing loss, and then the vision). When I was a kid (growing up in the ’70s), people would look at me like I’m from another country because I talked a bit funny. So, instead of hanging out with them, I just delved into my imaginary worlds and hung out with imaginary friends. This was how I discovered writing. By putting these other worlds and the friends I made in them down on paper, I didn’t feel quite so alone anymore. It was a kind of connection that I needed.
This stuck with me as I grew up; even when I went through a long period of time when I didn’t write anymore, it was always there. I went to college, got married, and less than two years later found myself as a widow at twenty-five years old. During this particular dark period of my life, writing found me once more. It helped ease that painful void. I felt connected again. Life continued and I remarried, and eventually became a mom.
In the past several years, I’ve struggled with my progressive vision loss. It’s one thing to have a hearing disability, but to have both vision and hearing losses can be a bit daunting at best. I allowed all my hopes and dreams die because I didn’t believe that I could accomplish anything. I retreated from everything and everyone. When I rediscovered writing, I used it to work through these difficult challenges. I’m better now but I still have a long way to go yet. I still struggle between giving up or trying harder. And with the vision loss also come certain loss of independence like not being able to drive; hence the reason why I don’t get out much. So, at times I get a bit lonely, longing for that connection with other non-imaginary people. From that longing, I decided to start this blog.