Mercy! Mercy! That Dang Nabed PERCY!

Hanging Onto Your Voice

Today I finished my HSP Romantica class. I put all the six vignettes together in a sequence and read it to experience the cumulative effect of what I’d written. I was hoping it would suggest something more, like a springboard into the universe of a bigger and more interesting story. Unfortunately it didn’t.

What it did show was an effort to experiment with some new ideas I got to try out. So it wasn’t everything I was hoping for but it was a useful exercise. My wife read it and gave me a Romance Novel with several chapters that accomplished much the same thing I was trying to achieve but with much skill and elegance.

I finished the Divergent series by Veronica Roth. It had an ending I hadn’t anticipated. Given all the foreshadowing maybe I should have.

I’m the first to tip my hat to and acknowledge the talent of other writers and who can argue with success. However, I simply don’t write quite like others do and that’s OK. I like the way I write and while I’m always seeking ways to improve they have to be ways that result in crafting something I like to read. I can’t imagine wanting to write like some of the other writers I read because it isn’t my voice. For better or worse I’m trapped in the voice I have and while I struggle to refine it and make it more effective I don’t want to change the fundamental tone of the writer I’ve become.