VOICE: ESSENTIAL TO THE CHORUS OF CREATION by Susanne Davis
I have been thinking a lot about writing voice and it seems I am not alone; there are many writers out there wondering, “Do I have a voice? Is it a strong one? Does it appeal to readers? How can I make it stronger, and more unique?” In a world crowded with media competing for attention, what does a writer have to do to get his or her voice heard?
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“A Season of High Skies” essay published in Mothers Always Write.
Excerpt from “The Stray Dog,” St. Petersburg Review
Travis grabbed his camera and headed for the streets. Within the first few minutes, a dog crossed his path on Nevsky Prospekt. Where was the dog going? It crossed in front of him, tail curled over its back and he decided to follow it. The first thing the dog did was get off Nevsky. Tongue hung out the side of its mouth, mouth opened wide, laughing? Not looking up at the people, and people not looking at him. He trotted on and Travis jogged to keep up. Down one street, cross and up another. He could see the spire of the Admiralty and he knew that as long as he could see it he could find his way. They came to a large open-air market and carts piled with cherries and apples and small red strawberries. The dog trotted right through, nobody seeming to see him and Travis followed. The market was crowded and it took all his concentration to dodge the people and follow the dog. He looked up to the skyline trying to find the Admiralty’s spire. The horizon was a simple gray slab. Travis panicked. Where was he? He had no idea. And, to make matters worse, he could not speak more than a few words of Russian. Not enough to even read the signs.