Every New Year I find I become reflective about what I want
to focus on, and as the calendar pushed us into 2016, I kept coming back to
voice. Writers love this word. At least I do. There’s this elusive wonder
attached to a writer’s voice. I’m reading an author with an extremely strong
writing voice right now. I’m halfway through Gillian Flynn’s DARK PLACES. And
whether or not you find her stories twisted and her premises disturbing, it
would be hard to argue that she lacks voice. There’s no mistaking when I’ve
picked up one of her books.
So, yes, obviously I want to continue to strengthen my
writing voice.
But…
I’m also going to be intentional about something else
voice-related.
When not to use my
voice.
In this era of share-all to be-all, I’ve grown quiet fascinated
with getting quieter. Studying some of my wisest mentors and people who’ve
earned my respect, I tend to notice a familiar thread. They don’t share every
little opinion. They don’t always feel they need to argue. They aren’t fighting
to be heard.
Because they’re focusing on something revolutionary. My
mentors concentrate on listening, and they know how to discern whether what they
choose to share will bring value to a moment or just muddy it up.
The world is already mud-saturated. And I happen to believe
all of the oversharing contributes to many things we haven’t even felt the
repercussions of yet. Like entitlement, the false ideology we are always in the
know or that we’re always right. I think it invites stress and prompts unnecessary
arguments. It makes some appear foolish, desperate, and in love with shock
value. It offers the false assumption words are enough when action is far
better.
Hear me clearly on this. There is a time and place to rise up, to let my words and my views find
their way out in the world. But there’s much to be said about taking a moment
to ascertain when I’ve encounter that time and that place.
Until then, I’ll be observing all of it. And making up my
own mind.
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