The awesomeness of Voice Week 2012 and how it went

 

I had forgotten, since last year, just how fun Voice Week was. In fact, what with the wedding and all, I was a bit leery of how much time it would take to collect all the links and so on and so forth…

Then I started reading. All the unique voices. All the different perspectives. All the little glimpses of life and layers of genius. And with story after story I was gasping with awe and delight.

Most of us wrote one scene from the perspectives of five different characters – and these ranged from ancient mythology to space-age cruise ships – while a few of us used slightly different methods. Let’s take a look!

Billie Jo Woods showed us a scene in a bar from the perspectives of four very different characters, each piece revealing more about the characters and the story through their thoughts, their drinks – and, of course, their voices. I hope to see a fifth piece soon!

Carrie gave us a wedding reception with a collapsing bride, skipping round from a vengeful sister to an innocent flower girl, each voice illuminating the chasm between the faces people put on, and who they really are underneath.

Chris White detailed the thoughts of passengers and staff on a space cruise to Holinx 3, from a religious zealot to a prostitute, both amusing and intriguing us with what the characters think of each other – and how little humanity changes even in the distant future.

Craig Towlsey’s scene had great depth, contrasting innocent imagination with harsh reality through a dramatic pretend train robbery and the thoughtless violence of an abusive father.

Elmo explored five alternate realities centered on a man escorting his aging mother to a boat on a shore. Each voice shed a different light on the scene, from sorrowful, to frightening, to comforting.

Juan Villagrana let us into the minds of five characters awaiting a great, terrible – and to the reader, mysterious – event. The voices were alternately terrified and ecstatic, and we were left somewhat disturbed (in a very satisfying way).

Kim Patrick Moody began with a third person narration of a 60-year-old man being hit on by a younger (but not quite young) woman in the office, then followed with the man’s inner perspective, and beyond – all the way to the hilarious voice of extraterrestrials.

LoveTheBadGuy gave us a gorgeous retelling of the myth of Hades and Persephone, from the perspectives of all the major characters, making us feel the not-quite-healthy love of Hades as well as the mixed emotions of Persephone.

Mike brought us to the deathbed of an old, hated rich man, and through various voices made us ask ourselves whether or not he deserves to be hated – and whether or not he’s really dying of natural causes.

Parul’s brilliant approach involved writing the thoughts of a character who has spent years chasing down and killing another – but each of five voices sees the dead character differently.

Paul cleverly used one story, from one perspective. That perspective was his first voice – the story continued with the first character interviewing four others, who consequently had their own unique voices.

Raina used both poetry and prose to explore life, death, and truth through the voices of characters both human and inanimate, but somehow all intrinsically connected.

S.W. Sondheimer wrenched our hearts by showing the death of a hero from the voices of those who loved him, those who despised him, and those too self-absorbed to care.

Undue Creativity wrote about a rock star – brilliantly keeping the thought process of each piece almost identical to its fellows, so that the stark uniqueness of the voices could shine through.

I decided to make time my guide this year and wrote about a rainy picnic in five different eras, from the judgment of the Great Flood through a divine revelation in a future that has rejected God.

 

What was your favorite part of Voice Week! Spill it in the comments!

 

Inspiration Monday: the speed of dark

Whew – what a week!

I saw my sister tie the knot, I saw a bunch of family and friends, I cut up my heels wearing uncomfortable flats, I saw the Dead Sea Scrolls, and…wasn’t there something else?

Oh yeah – Voice Week happened!

And it was just as amazing as last year. I’m going to give a full recap on Friday, but for now, announcing the winner of the H.G. Wells Collector’s Book of Science Fiction – the random number generator gave me the number 5, which is Elmo! Elmo herself did a great recap here. Elmo, I’m emailing you for your street address so I can get this to you!

In other news, Jubilare has figured out how to redeem her awesome points! Yes, folks; she is going to issue some sort of writing challenge, which I have agreed to undertake! I know there are some of you out there with unspent awesome points…you may start thinking of challenges. : )

ALSO – there was of course great writing outside of Voice Week as well! Read up on this round of InMon!

Oscar

Chris

UndueCreativity

MrPerfect

LadyNimue

MissM

The Rules

There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.

OR

No really; I need rules!

Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.

The Prompts:

the speed of dark
all bite and no bark
wooden hair
primer
can’t stand the cold

Want to share your Inspiration Monday piece? Post it on your blog and link back to today’s post (here’s a video on how to do it); I’ll include a link to your piece in the next Inspiration Monday post. No blog? Email your piece to me at bekindrewrite (at) yahoo (dot) com. (I do reserve the right to NOT link to a piece as stated in my Link Discretion Policy.)

Plus, get the InMon badge for your site here.

Happy writing!

* MC = Mature Content. 

Opinions expressed in other writers’ InMon pieces are not necessarily my own.

Voice Week 2012: Friday

I survived the wedding! Now still catching up on linking, commenting, replying, etc., but also still hanging with relatives and friends from out of town, so I may not completely catch up until tomorrow.

I forgot, since last year, how fun this project is!

Here’s my piece to end the week!

"Today my voice is ______."

Hurricanes deleted. Tsunamis deleted. Rained-out picnics deleted. All forms of natural precipitation deleted worldwide for 6 months and counting. Post millennia, they hacked even weather. They proved there was no God.

That they were alone.

Her browser displayed Lawn East. Yellow sun. Blue sky. Always blue. She denied tears—facial secretions required quarantine. 

A smudge on screen. “Screen, sanitize,” she said. Wiper passed over 3 times.

1 smudge now 2.

 2 smudges 5.

Not smudges on screen; drops on lens.

Not scheduled. Not possible.

Sky shook. She shook. Large drops fell inside and out.

What type of story does this feel like to you? When does it take place? Tell me in the comments!

Check out the Voice Week homepage for links to everyone’s voices.

Voice Week 2012: Thursday

Voice number four for the prompt “rained out picnic.”

"Today my voice is ______."

She kept waking up to check the forecast on her phone. Little green pixel clouds were jerking across the map with fun-killing rhythm – like the theme from Psycho. She cussed out the screen. Didn’t help. By the a.m. the sky was oozing out gross beads of cloud sweat. She almost chucked her phone at the wall. That stupid party was the only cool thing she had planned all summer. Co-ed and unsupervised. Glow sticks and guitars. Diet Coke and Mentos. Nixed by bleeping weather. EPIC FAIL. 

What type of story does this feel like to you? When does it take place? Tell me in the comments!

Check out the Voice Week homepage for links to everyone’s voices.

Voice Week 2012: Wednesday

Third voice for the prompt “rained out picnic.”

"Today my voice is ______."

Despite many earnest supplications sent heavenward, the weather banished any hope of their having the picnic. Dingy clouds ruffled the sky upon the bleak sunrise, bellowing grumbles tickled the hills at mid-morning  and by noon the whole countryside was dowsed in water and broken hearts. Consequently, large drops fell inside the house as well as out. She sat at the window sniffling, feeling rather betrayed. For though the Lord had promised Noah He would never again destroy the whole earth with rain, her world seemed wholly ruined.

What type of story does this feel like to you? When does it take place? Tell me in the comments!

Check out the Voice Week homepage for links to everyone’s voices.