Last night the great Inker's met for our monthly writers group. As I visited with a fellow Inker, she mentioned that the inaugural meeting was one year ago with Donna, Debbie, and Arlene. Kirk, Linda, and I (DJ) started coming the next month. I think we need cake.
How I came to be a part of this elite group is sheer magic (or was it eavesdropping?). Donna and I were both at a "girls' night" and were standing around the chocolate fountain. She was talking to Kirk's lovely wife Joy about the writers' group, asking if Joy or Kirk (or Koy Jirk as I will now call them) would like to join. My fabulous eavesdropping ears perked up and I rudely butt in, exclaiming, "Donna, you know I love to write! I want to come." Since Donna is too nice to ever refuse anyone, I was allowed to come. I am the least experienced and least knowledgeable, but I do love it. And I LOVE learning from everyone else. (Plus I had to change my email to gmail and that has made all the difference.)
Debbie taught a great lesson on voice last night. Then she gave us the challenge of defining our own personal voice. Are you deep? (No.) Are you suspenseful? (No.) Are you serious? (If by serious you mean boring, maybe.) Are you funny? (I think I'm hilarious, but that doesn't come through my writing.)
I think I may fail the easiest assignment yet! I don't know what my voice is. See, it was just eavesdropping that got me here . . . only time will tell if their genius will rub off on me. :)
What is your voice like? Deep and gravely, or sweet and sincere, like a dove or like a crow?