It’s Wildcard Friday here on The Prairies. Woo-hoo! Come on it’s okay, I know you’re missing Janet, but cheer anyway, if for no other reason than its Friday. Long live Fridays!
Voice is one of those nebulous things we here about from agents connected to words like fresh, original, and unique. It’s your author’s fingerprint; it’s how you sound on the page. Nathan Bransford explains it much better than I ever could here.
Also, if you’ve been surfacing blogs this last month chances are you’ve could across this site, I Write Like. It’s been referenced everywhere, if you haven’t seen it you’ve been living under a rock, or been on an extended vacation, or in space. You simply copy and paste a section of your writing into the space provided and it tells you which author you write like. I tested out my snippet from below and apparently I write like Stephenie Meyer. Interesting...
Here's my snippet:
Kate Logan tried to come across cold as ice. Too bad she smelled like sin. He chuckled as he turned the corner of the old stone building. He could have told her any guy worth his salt didn’t judge a car by its paint job, he checked under the hood, figured out what made it purr. Or scratch. For all the good it would have done him. She’d made her feelings plain and he respected them, rule number one. Besides as things stood now, the last thing he needed was another high maintenance female. He already had two too many.
Seth's character is a little rough around the edges yet. And as I'm just getting back into what makes him tick this little window into him will likely change but I think the writing sounds like me, even with too many sentences starting with the word he or she.
We’ve got cyber snacks and a pitcher of cyber lemonade. Grab a plate and a glass, it’s time to share and play. The following are short excerpts from some very different writing styles by authors you may or may not have heard of, but chances are you have. Try and guess as you go along.
His remarkable hair simply hung loose, brushed into a shining river of ivory. It spilled over his shoulders and down his back, accenting a face that had emerged from adolescence with all its grave, shy beauty intact, from which Alcuin viewed the world out of dark and solemn eyes. Delaunay was a genius. Somehow the rustic garb—or elegant replication of it—served to point up all the more Alcuin’s otherworldly charm.
He opened the passenger door, holding it for me as I stepped in, shutting it softly behind me. I watched him walk around the front of the car, amazed, yet again, by how graceful he was. I probably should have been used to that by now—by I wasn’t. I had a feeling Edward wasn’t the kind of person anyone got used to.
“I might as well inquire”, replied she, “why with so evident a design of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character? Was not this some excuse for incivility, if I was uncivil? But I have other provocations. You know I have.”
No, damn it, it wasn’t. However much she would have enjoyed jabbing her elbow in Mia’s face on principle, she couldn’t delude herself. Mia never went sniffing after someone else’s man. The fact was she didn’t sniff after men at all, which was probably why she was such a moody, irritating woman. A little recreational sex would improve her attitude.
He should have been more sympathetic. He should have tried to comfort her. And he would have done both of those things, if they had been in any other room besides his bedchamber. But as it was, it was all he could do just to control his breathing. And himself.
1. Kushiel’s Dart by Jaqueline Carey
2. Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
3. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
4. Heaven and Earth by Nora Roberts
5. When He Was Wicked by Julia Quinn
Now, it’s your turn. Leave a short snippet of your work in the comment section and give us a treat and a hint as to your voice and style. Don’t be shy; we want to see your work. Or test out the I Write This site and let us know who you sound like. Or list a favourite author and why you’re drawn to their voice.