Tonight, I watched a movie that always makes me cry. I don't get to watch it often, as it would irresponsible to expose my kids to it at their ages. At the point where the tears always come, I was reflecting on how the author of the book the movie was based on must have had to work SO HARD to get the voice of her characters just-so.
Writing in a voice similar to my own, of course, comes easy to me. But writing in a voice similar to my own all the time makes for boring reading. I try to mix it up, though I know I'm not always successful. I have never managed to diverge from myself so completely as this author seems to have for this book, and I am in awe.
I hope that someday, I can stumble across a blog entry by someone, whether it's a reader or a struggling author like myself right now, who has read something of mine and is in awe of my work. That would be the ultimate compliment. That would be the icing on top of the authoring cake.