In My Own Voice

Many years ago, a friend gave me a copy of Jerome K. Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat. I love this book. I read it and was so delighted, I had to immediately read it again. The friend who gave me the book told me she liked it because Jerome wrote the way I told stories. That was definitely one of the greatest compliments I’d ever been given, but it also got me thinking.

She said he wrote the way I spoke, not the way I wrote. Important distinction. Because at that time I most definitely didn’t write in my voice. I don’t know whose voice I was using, but it definitely wasn’t mine. I read through my old journals and read my old stories, and sometimes I really have to cringe. Oh, in this one I’m clearly heavily influenced by James Simon Kunen (The Strawberry Statement). In this one I’m trying to be Norton Juster (The Phantom Tollbooth). And here I’m trying on a little Toni Cade Bambara (Gorilla, My Love). Anyone’s voice had to be better than mine, right? I was just plain old me. Those other voices belonged to “real” writers. So, if I could write like them, I would sound like a real writer, too.

In truth, I don’t think I speak or write anything like Jerome K. Jerome. But I still love the compliment. And I love it not only because I love Jerome’s book, but because being pushed to see and acknowledge the extreme disconnect between the way I spoke and the way I chose to put words on the page was so important for me.

Realizing that I wasn’t myself on the page was eye-opening, but wasn’t easy to fix. I had to learn to hear myself, had to learn what tools I like to use for writing, had to learn to be still and quiet and let the words come. And I had to accept — and had to believe — that other writers’ voices weren’t the ticket to my becoming a “real” writer.

I still fall in love with the voices of writers who move me … but I don’t assume them, don’t suddenly find my stories sounding suspiciously like whatever book I’ve just finished.

Today, I write like myself. So much so that sometimes it’s hard to shut up long enough to hear the way my characters need to express themselves. I like that my voice is so very much mine, that it is clear and distinctive enough that people can recognize me on the page. It’s taken me a long time to get here. And , as much as I’ve enjoyed the ride, I’m so glad to have arrived.


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8 thoughts on “In My Own Voice

  1. this is such a good way of showing how writers start out trying to become writers by writing like writers they read, and then learning how to become the writers they are. This sentence especially — “I had to learn to hear myself, had to learn what tools I like to use for writing, had to learn to be still and quiet and let the words come” — ought to be at the front of every writing class. How to be still and quiet and hear yourself… so simple, yet so wise.

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    1. I like that, Amelia, that you hear a distinctly not-yours voice in your head when you read my pieces. One of these days, I’m going to figure out the whole soundcloud/podcast thing and post something with my voice, and you’ll get to see how that in-your-head voice and my voice compare! 🙂

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  2. What a great story to share with writers, and even students. We use mentor texts and encourage students to emulate authors…where do we transition? Or do we? Does this process happen naturally? You’ve left me pondering…

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  3. When working on stories – I daren’t refer to it as ‘novel’ yet – I introduced new characters to interact with the main protagonists I often have I have to remember to respond/speak as that new character as I not only have given a personality/culture unique unto them, but had also given them a distinct speech pattern until one day I realized I had unconsciously emulated the speech from a novel read when I was in my 20s. Imagine my chagrin.

    “Clueless” was out for two years before I realized it was a clever if loose adaptation of “Emma”. Who’s to say another 35 years hence someone who has never read Jane Austen or saw the movie releases something similar? If you don’t know – is it still original?

    Between books, movies, videos – how much is truly original anymore? How much is our own unique voices? How much is unconscious emulation of another’s? That is what I ponder even as I continue to write.

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