Voice

I was invited, by an agent, to attend her client’s writing workshop. Reading through the text, topics such as Identifying Your Voice, and Making Your Voice A Real Tool And Resource, appealed. (Some may say my voice is a real tool, negative connotation.)

The author freely and openly admits to verbal incontinence. I nearly rolled on the floor laughing, trying hard not to draw attention to my big hair Texas self. (A gentleman friend, whom I sometimes adore, told me I have verbal diarrhea at times. He once told me, when I couldn’t find the words, pick one, there are thousands. I guess he came to regret sage advice. As a PhD, and thousands of words readily available, diarrhea, really?)

(Now my dog has a voice, my cat has a voice. I pretty much give anything a voice.)

I attended.

I’m so glad I dragged my tired tush to the workshop.

Learning - one of my top five favorite things to do.

Thank you for the invite, friend.

xoxo