Yesterday I clicked on a Twitter post without reading the intro. I saw ‘Writing’ and ‘Advice’ and thought: This one’s for me. I must have been two paragraphs in when I realised I’d read this writer’s work before.
I glanced at his name and yes, I was reading the Internet’s Chuck Wendig. Instantly recognisable, his style mixes zany metaphors with random phrases. Like some kind of surrealist stand-up, it all feels crazy and at the same time serious and to the point. If you want to get a sense of Wendig’s work, you can read his writing advice here.
One of the reasons I think his prose is popular is that he has mastered Voice. And Voice is one of those elusive things like Grace or the joy of two drops of rain in Muscat that almost defies description.
One Cambridge winter, before I’d started to sit down regularly to write, I saw an advert for a small adult choir based in one of the colleges. I was excited, a little apprehensive and went to the audition to sing my piece.
My hands fluttered as I battled through my chosen tune, trying to project my voice, only having sung for fun, I felt unsure of what I was doing.
‘You sang quite nicely,’ said the choir director, ‘But I could hardly hear you. Work with me and you’ll be fit for the choir in no time.’
For the following few weeks she gave me terrifying private lessons. She taught me like the opera singer that she was, correcting my posture, the shape of my mouth, my pronunciation, stopping the piano and starting again, giving me homeworks of repeated trills which I feared might alienate my housemates forever.
But by the end of the month something had shifted. I didn’t join the choir although I had learnt a few skills, and I didn’t continue with the teacher. What changed is that I no longer felt afraid to sing in front of others.
When I consider written Voice, I think, of this. The willingness to show who you are.
It comes through in the words we choose, how we order sentences, the topics we want to explore, our humour, the rhythm of our prose and like singing, we can only control the sound we make up to a point. Half of it is in the ear of the reader.
Even if I disagree with him and Stephen King about adverbs (another blog post entirely), I think people like to read Chuck Wendig because he is being who he is without apology and that comes through in his Voice. Becoming acquainted with, practising, and enjoying one’s own writing voice fulfills an important function for the reader.
When I lived in Greece, I shared an apartment with a couple. One evening they invited a friend over. I sat with them but my limited Greek made conversation difficult. The friend had a beautiful speaking voice. The kind of voice you can sit and listen to and never get tired, like the rush of bird’s wings when they take off all at once. I kept thinking, I’ll go back to my part of the apartment soon but I kept stalling and it was 1am by the time I retired to my room.
A well-modulated voice is pleasing to the ear. It’s much easier to capture what a person is trying to say when the tone is regular, the diction coherent.
Most writers I speak to have something burning to convey in their work. When I first started writing my novel in 2015, I too had an idea for a story but my message was weak. It’s only as I figured out the themes behind the action -what mattered to me most -that I felt able to start working on a suitable voice for my novel.
Voice grows as we use it, shedding the fear again and again that how we come across is somehow not okay. Too this, or not enough that.
And it’s vital in allowing us to convey the thing we want to say.
When I think of my favourite novels, Toni Morrison’s Beloved, Junot Diaz’s The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Disgrace by J.M Coetzee, they are filled with great stories and memorable characters but without a carrying voice in each of these, I would not have got past page one.
Advice-givers often tell writers to ‘fake it till you make it’; ‘if you haven’t found your own voice, just copy another writer’. Reading widely is undoubtedly a good idea but if we look outside ourselves for who we are, we’re liable to focus so hard on another’s melody we end up writing out of tune.
That evening in Greece, the thing I enjoyed about the way our visitor spoke is that it was unique. I had never heard another person sound like this. Speaking from our authentic selves is powerful because it gives everyone else permission to do the same. The writer who is centred in voice is trusting us with who they are. Without copying or hiding or feigning.
Voice takes practice, reading aloud if that’s your thing, confidence that the energy coming from inside is more real than what others think about it. This is the paradox, for the closer we get to expressing our truth, the more it resonates with others. And the beautiful thing about writing is that no one needs to hear it till you’re ready.
If we imagine a conversation with someone we know, how do we know when they’re being truthful, genuine, real? What are the ways in which they speak which make us want to listen? Or ‘read on’? My guess is that the answer to all of these is when our friends or writers or any folk are being most themselves.
If we listen hard enough we will hear this unmistakably in their voice.
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7 thoughts on “Developing Voice: How a singing teacher coached me into writing”
I love this post. when I pick up a book I’m often more swayed by the voice than by the concept. A great voice tells me I’m in good hands, no matter where I’m led.
I’ve also thought about the comparison with singing – having done singing training myself. Indeed the training seemed to first be a process of dismantling, then building me up again from the ground with much more awareness and control. For a while, I didn’t feel like myself at all. Now when I sing, I do. I hope I do in writing too.
Off to tweet this!
Thanks Roz ! What you wrote really resonated with me: ‘A great voice tells me I’m in good hands, no matter where I’m led.’
Interesting post with a fresh perspective on writing. Enjoyed it.
Thank you very much.
Wow. As both a singer and a writer, I never once thought of equating the two, but it’s so true! Thank you for sharing!
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