Chorus

I have read a few accounts of writers who have gone through changes in their voice, ricocheting from one influence to another on the way to learning their own style. I do the same, but try to keep my budding voice. There was my inscrutably dense Conrad era and the short and declarative Hemingway times. Though I know not to imitate Mailer, The Executioner's Song rubbed off on me. After a while I get the urge to experiment in another writer's style out of my system and get back to my sound -I may never truly know who is at the roots of my rhythms.

My future is something I think I can see and hear today. In the above photo is one writer whose sound makes sense to me more than any other. Joyce Carol Oates led me to her, and this site and its writer may not be the same again.