Lately I have been going back through past blog posts and reacquainting myself with some of the words I have thrown out into the eternal abyss known as the Internet. After spending time digesting my previous musings, I have come to a great awareness about the novel I am attempting to finish. Unless I just keep writing the damned thing and stop editing as much as I’m writing, I’m never going to finish the book in this lifetime!
From two years ago, when I began this blogging journey, to now, my writing voice has changed. That same voice that was so timid in the beginning has grown and evolved into someone different. It has gone through that rite of passage to be comfortable in its own timbre.
Looking back on some of my earlier posts, I am so tempted to edit and repost some of those phrases and paragraphs but I would be doing myself a grave injustice. I would be denying who I was when I wrote those posts and not allowing myself to accept the voice I had when I began. The same holds true for those chapters of my novel that were written from that less experienced recess of my brain. While the characters will evolve with my determination to finish the book, those first chapters speak volumes about the beginning of their journey as the cast and my journey as a writer and their director.
I’m glad my voice is different now. It sounds more experienced. It is comfortable being heard by others. It has a more believable quality to it because it has faith in its ramblings. If I were a judge in that chair, I would hit the button to see what my voice has to say next!