Listening to your moi moi voice
I have been thinking of voice lately. One of my favorite definitions:
Voice can be defined as the writer’s awareness and effective use of such elements as diction, tone, syntax, unity, coherence and audience to create a clear and distinct “personality of the writer,” which emerges as a reader interacts with the text.
This little gem of a page is from the Greece Central School District. Yes it’s for K-12 English Teachers. Do not underestimate the power of a good web page explaining a complex topic.
Voice is everything. I have read things that were fodder for the recycle bin, but continued because the author had an engaging voice. Critical thinking and voice: my mantra!
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Ah, voice. The reason why my first book, which I attempted to package as middle grade, will never, ever sell.
Do you know any twelve-year-olds who want to read a fantasy set in Ancient Egypt that is actually an exploration of loss and the nature of family?
Yeah, me neither. Also, I have a hard time simplifying language.
However, since we were talking about blogs on my blog, I will say that your voice is what keeps me clicking back to your blog, when so many others have fallen through the cracks. Go you! I’m hard to impress.
Also, since I just complimented you, now you have to tell me how you found my blog, because that comment you left is bothering me.
October 24, 2008 at 10:07 pm
Thank you for the nice compliment!
If I had more wine I might tell you about the benign click-through to your blog. But Jessica took it.
*pout*
October 24, 2008 at 10:13 pm
Well of course she did, she’s too young to buy her own. Honestly, that was just plain irresponsible.
As long as my blog wasn’t listed in any weird places.
October 24, 2008 at 10:20 pm
Men have been giving wine to young women since the drink was invented, those thousands of years ago.
Prohibition laws are not going to change this. Not then, not now, not ever. Such is the nature of a fine bottle of wine, made with loving care and attention from our honored friends in Spain.
No, the crime here was Jessica kissed someone else, and skooched off with my wine. This was not how my evening was supposed to go!
October 24, 2008 at 10:33 pm
You have only yourself to blame.
October 24, 2008 at 10:45 pm