Voice

Back in the right rear of my brain there is a voice that keeps saying–rather exasperatedly–I don’t know why you don’t let me tell the story. (She would punch the me more forcefully than that if there were any way.) Thing is, she has no identifying marks. There is no character to go with. Just that–pardon me, rather bitchy–voice. She is cynical, dry, ironic, observant. She knows everything that’s going on, but is only going to tell what suits her. Smartass, hateful creature.

I thought at first it might be the cat, but the cat is male, and this is definitely female. Also, there is the omniscience. The cat has some special information, being a more-or-less mystical creature with some past lives to tap into, but he is mortal now, and bound by space and time. So he is out, but this voice is someone definitely just as catty.

I do wonder if anyone reading would be able to tolerate more than a few paragraphs now and then from such an irritating being. I mean, irritating to me. You might find her charming. Depends on what she is telling you. She is holding back on me, which pisses me off to no end. Characters ought not behave like that. [Granted, she is not, technically, a character. There is no role for her in the story that I know of .]

I ought to just sit back and let her talk and see what she comes out with, but I’m afraid that if she gets started, I might not be able to shut her up.

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