As someone who has spent the last two decades ghostwriting (books, articles, direct mail, you name it), I have a finely tuned ear for the way others speak. I've honed the knack of thinking and communicating in someone else's voice -- and I've done it well enough to make a living at it. Not a great living, but I've kept a roof over my head and food on the table.
The downside of ghostwriting is the loss of your own voice. That's one of the reasons I am drawn to blogging -- it provides the ability to express yourself quickly and naturally to anyone who may be listening out there. I've been reading blogs and commenting for a number of years, and now here I am starting my own.
I feel a bit like my cat, Gracie, must have felt when she first turned up on my doorstep 14 years ago. It was around Thanksgiving and we were having an unusually cold spell for that time of year. Every time we opened the front door, this cute little kitten raced inside. She was not afraid of people and had obviously been someone's pet. She also had a crippled back leg and sashayed around the room with a swagger reminiscent of a sailor trying to find his land legs after a prolonged period at sea.
When we couldn't find out who the kitten belonged to, we wound up keeping her. I named her Amazin' Gracie -- because "she once was lost but now she's found" (to paraphrase the old hymn, Amazing Grace).
At first, Gracie was not very vocal. Her entire vocabulary consisted of one feeble syllable: ack. After a couple of weeks, however, that little ack began to morph into a whole range of meowing, purring and kitty communications.
So this first post is my feeble ack, and it probably will not reverberate with much force throughout the blogosphere. But I'm finding my voice, and it will get stronger, I'm sure.
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