What came first: the kindred or the momentum?
I’m currently in the best situation I could ask for: I’m feeling the heartbeat of what I’m both reading and writing. As my revisions have been taking shape and picking up speed, I’ve also had my nose in a book (Hilary Thayer Hamann’s Anthology of an American Girl) whose voice and style has resonated with me more than anything I’ve read in a while.
Standing on the subway platform this morning, I caught myself wondering about how the voices relate: Am I sliding so easily back into my own voice because I’m excited by seeing a kindred’s words on the page, or am I finding it easier to identify with a kindred voice now that I’m again confident in my own?
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