I didn’t speak until I was three years old. To everyone’s relief, I finally talked and did so in full sentences but only to my mother.
Months passed before I spoke to my grandmother for the first time. I said … well, I see no need to repeat the conversation word-for-word. Let’s just say it ended with my grandmother saying, “Any little boy that can talk like that can talk. Now, you talk to me!”
Other than a short bout with laryngitis when I was 11, I haven’t lost my voice since.
Having a distinctive voice is a good thing for a writer, though, right?
Not always …
Read the rest of my thoughts on a copywriter’s voice over at Almost an Author.