Finding My Writing Voice

I’ve been writing since I was a child. My first experience with writing came in third grade. I remember it like it was yesterday. The assignment was given on a worksheet, with a writing prompt: the top half was a blank space for a drawing and the bottom half had lines where we were to write our story. I filled those lines in short order, then turned the paper over and filled the back.

I wrote and wrote and wrote.

I filled 2 more pages of notebook paper, stapled them together and handed it in, complete with the drawing. I don’t remember exactly what my story was about, but it had something to do with a chick hatching from an egg. My teacher was thrilled! She let me go up in front of the class and read my story. It was a dream come true!

I had caught the writing bug.

I continued this all through my childhood. In fourth grade I wrote a report about spiders. It was non-fiction, but I learned how to do research, paraphrase the book’s words into my own and how to add in my own thoughts throughout the paper. My writing skills were being honed.

I loved every minute of it!

We also did some creative writing and I could write stories and make actual books with covers for them out of cardboard. They were my treasures. This continued all through my schooling years, always writing.

Always.

When I was in junior high I discovered poetry. The rhythm and prose grabbed my soul and clung tight. I would get lost in different poetry books, wondering how there was always a line or a poem that described my life. They were written for me. I started exploring with this type of writing and wrote many poems well into my young adult years.

So when blogging hit the world, it was a fascination of mine, a way to write, to explore the world through words. But being knee deep in babies and pregnant bellies, the time didn’t come like I wanted it to.

So writing sat on the shelf until I finally took a dive into blogging. I started a blog in 2012, mostly just to journal what God was teaching me. I discovered a side of me I didn’t know was there, a different kind of voice, a different woman emerged.

And I loved her.

Now I’m on a new kind of path, a new kind of blog. My husband has been encouraging me, and I’ve felt a push, a pull, into doing more writing.

My writing voice became more pronounced the more I wrote and the love of word weaving sank deep into my soul and stayed. But I didn’t share my blog with many people. It’s deep–very deep–and confidence waned. So I blogged in secret for many years, finally stepping into the light a few months ago.

How can I just write but not waste my time?

So I thought freelance writing for others, developing content for them, for their blogs and companies. I did this a little bit, but the next logical thought was why should I write for others when I could write for myself?

This way I can control the content, the ideas, the tone–and my voice, which I have spent so much love, time and care in developing. So this blog was born out of the deep desire to write, yet also to help others. But, the challenge I didn’t anticipate?

Finding my voice.

On my journal blog, she’s there, strong and sure. But here? This is different, new, unproven. My content is drastically different, so shouldn’t my voice be different as well? Yet I don’t want to be the same as everyone else, I want to be authentic to me. I tried writing a few posts in the way I talk, but it sounds weird here. In real life, I can be sarcastic and make strange jokes, but that didn’t come off very well in my writing. And I don’t want to just use a teaching voice and say “Do this, this and this and you’re good to go.” I don’t want to turn readers off by being too forceful or strong.

So, here I am, not sure who I am in this new space, but willing to just write.

I can’t wait to see who emerges.

Thank you for joining me on this journey!

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