When did I lose my voice?
I last remember having it a couple of months back when blogging was still fun, when I made time to publish posts, and before I became bogged down with life.
The aim of the blog was to share my thoughts with other people, as well as sharing my writing.
Now it seems as if the writing has taken over but my own thoughts are non-existent.
So where did I leave my voice? It’s such an odd thing to lose.
At first I thought I’d left it in my draft folder but then I remembered that was empty. Whatever the answer is, wherever I lost or left it, I must carry on. And if I cannot find it, I will just start a new one.
I love taking part in writing challenges and competitions but it seems as if I have buried my voice so deep into my writing, I have forgotten to share my own thoughts.
When I was at university we use to critique each other’s work. I really enjoyed discussing words and writing with other like-minded people – or in some cases not so like-minded.
I could almost hear my brain weight-lifting as it attempted to figure out what my eyes were looking at.
The enjoyment of learning how to talk about things didn’t end there and as the years go on I am becoming braver, finally finding the confidence to talk about things I believe in.
Unfortunately, it seems as if this is a skill which can easily become rusty.
So maybe I haven’t actually lost my voice then. I’ve probably just let it dry up, forgetting to fuel it with much-needed time, inspiration and love.
Well no more.
It’s time to head inside my mind to the garden centre of fresh starts and plant – once again – the little seedling of voice. I will place her directly in the sun this time and water with encouragement every single day.
I must remember that although voice in any story is phenomenally important, my own voice must not be forgotten either.