Wednesday, December 9, 2009
I talk fast. I walk fast (for a short girl), I type fast, I think fast.
BUT I like things slow. Not slow from beginning to end... but slow to start... a lingering twinkle of beginning. I like cured black olives even though I don't like them.
I like a sloe gin fizz.
I like things slow because I need things to build. If there is no building... you lose my interest.
I like reading Dr. Seuss aloud to my kids. I love the way my tongue fits around his words. One of my favorite lines to read is from The Grinch "It started in low... then it started to grow."
Yep. That's how I like most things. And guess what? That's how I write. My stories slowly unfold and then barrel ahead.
I've tried to alter this. I'm four novels in now, and I've read all there is to read about snagging some interest in your book... but those first thirty pages? Yep. Slow.
When I try to hop right into my story... I feel like I'm not being me. It isn't a story I'd read OR write.
And so maybe a snazzy agent in a modern loft with a fast track life may read my third person omniscient, literary first thirty pages and say "Not for me..." and you know what? They're right! Because they like things FAST... and I don't.
And that's okay. It's how I tell my stories. And I believe in them... my stories. They are good stories.
What about you? Have you found peace with your voice?