If silence is splendor than I pray you are magnificent today.

It is my wish and hope every morning that the other side of my cubicle remains dormant.  I’m rarely granted this.  Why do you insist on this punishment?

As you squawk through your previous evening’s activities, the knot between my shoulders tightens as I brace myself for the rest of the day. Then, strangled babbling, and I know you’ve begun to read your email.  Why is it impossible for you to have an internal reaction? Why do you feel certain I care to hear what ridiculous request is being made of you?

I think back to the happy days of your vacation; oh what a week!

You’re sputtering interrupts my reminiscing and I recoil in my seat.  One coffee down, maybe another and I won’t find your mutterings so incessant.

For a brief while there is a light quiet settling as you have apparently decided to do some work.  I’m not really sure what you do exactly, but you’re still here so it must be something.  The fluttering of our fingers on the keyboards are the only sounds and it is glorious.

A faint squeak from the other side of the wall, but I look at the clock and am thrilled that it is lunch time. I can deal with that later.

My hour away from you is everything to me.

The hush of my mind whispers sweet words of sanity as I enjoy my peaceful interlude alone.  By the time the clock has ticked away my last stolen moment I feel ready to face the barrage once again.

I’m settling in as the first notes of your music reach me. I recognize the playlist and I realize my afternoon is doomed.

The songs I once cherished from Whitney & Mariah are utterly ruined by the dissonance you are creating. Your staccato chirps are making my ears bleed. Oblivious to the fact there are no impenetrable walls surrounding you, you continue to torture me with your toneless tunes.

The moving hands on the clock are my only solace against the cacophony that is you. The hour of escape is near and I can barely stay in my seat. I shall have my sweet relief in one, two, three; and there it is ladies and gentlemen! Time to exit the building! There will not be any encores requested thank you very much and no one will be clamoring for your autograph.

As I run into the street the passing traffic and people are like a sorbet to my brain. I can breath again and the quiet humming of my car’s engine taking me home is beckoning me like a siren song.

Maybe the morning will be different. Perhaps the magnificence I long for you will manifest itself tomorrow.

My 500 Words prompt today was to “write about silence”. My take is obviously someone’s desperate want of it at work. Might be a true story 🙂


Finding My Voice By Looking Around

Sometimes it’s hard to pinpoint what makes you unique, especially when it comes to writing. Chances are your stories will have elements of others that have been written before because all stories are really about the human condition; and that’s the one thing we all share.

What keeps us inspired and keeps us reading is an author’s individual voice.

And that’s one thing none of us share.

Like a comedian you can impersonate someone else’s writing but if it isn’t coming straight from your own gut it will end coming across hollow and meaningless. Why would you want to anyway? What you have to say is just as important and the way you view the world, or world’s you create, cannot be created by anyone else.

I’ve been wondering what my voice sounded like so I checked in with my old pal Google to see what was out there in the world for a new author in search of her own octave.

I found a website called the Write Practice which suggested the place to start was to develop your sight first. In order to discover your voice you need to figure out how you see things. It talked about practicing by thinking about your moral worldview, doing some people watching and checking out your surroundings.

I’m usually more comfortable making the hero’s of my stories. I’m fond of characters with an innate sense of justice and who are good, diamond in the rough types. So I will challenge myself on the moral worldview topic and try to figure out what I despise, what I truly detest in a person so when I get around to fleshing out my villain I will be prepared.

As far as people watching goes…I’m kind of a sucker for it. I live in a cul de sac and watch the people in the neighborhood all the time. Now I will put one of those stories (or maybe more) down on paper and see what happens!

I’m always looking around but I’m drawn mostly to the ponds and lakes of my city. When writing settings, I struggle with describing something so it paints the picture I want without boring my reader to death. There have been times I’ve been yawning myself by the time I was done describing a sweeping landscape.

I’m not starting from complete scratch though because I have noticed some things about my writing voice. My favorite pieces are usually slightly sarcastic; maybe a bit of witty, self-deprecating inner monologue. These are the most like me in real life and I think the dose does my stories good.

I’m all about the happy ending. I’m constantly fighting myself over the end of a particular WIP.  My original plan was a bittersweet end, which I’m still going forward with but secretly all I want to do is make everyone and everything all peaches and cream by the final page. I know it will be better the way I’m going to write it but it’s a battle none the less.

Bringing yourself to the table is what matters most I think because without you…where would your story be?

Let me know what you’ve learned about your own voice in the comments below!

Twenty-4 Round up

I’m gonna tell you what I’ve loved so far.

I’m a writer who is interested in the craft and business of writing. I’m a person whose is interested in spirituality. I’m a Lady who doesn’t really like people but I’m completely fascinated by them.  Now you will have some context as to who I’ve chosen to follow in the past week.  Here are my pick’s and a quickie about why I like them. Continue reading “Twenty-4 Round up”

Blogging 101 promted me to write to you

Using the Daily Prompt and prompts from other writer’s, is what’s on the menu tonight in my crash course.

Unequal Terms

I think a person being hired for a job should be the best candidate for said position.  Not a gathered item for your equality checklist.

I think men and women should get paid the same for the same job.  I think women need to ask for more, more often.

I think education should be free so we are free to learn what we want; not what we can afford.

I think people who hurt animals should receive punishments equal to hurting a child.  They are all innocent beings and the evil required to attack something that can’t fight back is matched.

I think people need to stop trying to make choices for other people’s bodies. I think every situation is unique and blanket laws and thoughts don’t help anyone.

I think I think too much and do too little.

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