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How To Develop A Distinct Voice In Your Writing

Voice in writing is extremely important and can make or break your story as a whole. It’s imperative that you pay attention to how readers interpret your writing voice because loving the author’s storytelling style can sometimes be just as important as the story itself. Here are some tips to remember and some general rules to follow in order to make sure your writing voice is enjoyable to listen to for your audience.


General Introduction & Some Things To Note

  • Voice is an audience’s ability to read something and know you wrote it. It’s essentially your fingerprint on your work.
  • The syntax is how an author chooses to order words in a sentence and can play a large role in conveying your voice.
  • Voice does not have to be yours alone, but more on that later.

How To Develop Your Voice

Rule 1: Write Naturally

Use voice as a tool, but don’t let it control you. Don’t try to force voice into your writing. Forcing voice can make it sound awkward and push the reader away. 

Rule 2: Always Write For Clarity First

Be as clear as possible. Don’t embellish or use fancy words if unnecessary. If writing poetry, however, do the exact opposite.

Rule 3: Don’t Deviate Too Much From The Rules Of Writing

Doing this can alienate your readers. If you break the everyday rules too much and deviate from the technical conventions of writing, your readers may get distracted or lose track of what you’re trying to convey and what’s going on in the story as a whole.

Writing In Somebody Else’s Voice

A lot of authors choose to write stories from the point of view of a character in their story. Authors may also choose to write in a format that requires their voice to be that of someone who may be completely different than them. Being able to recognize small details that form a voice in your readers’ heads is very important, whether you’re telling them the story as yourself or through the eyes of another. Here are some tips on developing a voice that matches the point of view you are telling the story from:

Word Choice ~ Use words and phrases that are true to the character’s personality. If your character is a 21st-century teenager talking about some guy they’re “totally obsessed” with and want to “Netflix and Chill” with, then they probably won’t describe him as a “harrowing barbarian with golden flowing locks and a stone cold thirst for vengeance”. 

Observation ~ Be careful when describing what your narrator observes throughout the story. If your narrator is supposed to be somewhat oblivious or gullible, they won’t notice the incredibly subtle mannerisms in everyone around them in order to conveniently draw conclusions and convey every piece of information the reader needs to predict the ending of the story.

Focus ~ Be mindful of what your narrator focuses on when describing a situation or the people around them. If your narrator chooses to point out that a character they don’t like happens to have the latest Rolex, this will hint at the reader that the character has a distaste for those with lots of wealth and therefore is somewhat of the opposite of the person they dislike. The things a person focuses on can tell you a lot about who they are and what they think of the world, and that is a massive deal when it comes to voice.

Descriptions ~ How your character describes the situations and minute details is important. Whether they say “shuddered” instead of “shook” or “steamed” instead of “angry” plays a large part in the reader getting to know your narrator.


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reddie playlist

literally just a playlist dedicated to all my reddie fics lol


playlist here

  • take me - aly&aj
  • never tear us apart - inxs
  • africa - toto
  • punk rock princess - something corporate
  • bad at love - halsey
  • somebody else -  the 1975
  • boys - charli xcx
  • 1800-273-8255 - logic
  • cry baby - the neighbourhood
  • cigarettes in the theatre - two door cinema club
  • wannabe - spice girls
  • 1979 - the smashing pumpkins
  • truly madly deeply - savage garden
  • take this to heart - mayday parade
  • single - the neighbourhood
  • for him - troye sivan
  • love song - the cure
  • running on ice - billy idol
  • wonderless - pierce the veil
  • smoke rings - frank iero
  • sonora - spendtime palace
  • 24/7 - the neighbourhood
  • same game - bleeding knees club
  • all the small things - blink-182
  • american idiot - green day
  • tearin’ up my heart - *nsync
  • loving someone - the 1975
  • jamie all over - mayday parade
  • i’m gonna be (500 miles) - the proclaimers
  • scene one : james dean & audrey hepburn - sleeping with sirens
concept playlists;

you’re lying on mossy forest floors, slowly transforming into a nymph, your fingers are turning into flower vines, your limbs are bleeding honey & growing thick skins of sepia bark, wings sprout in between your shoulder blades. your breath sounds like the wind. fireflies litter the air above you

you’re hold up in an abandoned church, outside there’s a raging storm & a horde of zombies roaming around, pressing up against the entrance doors. you & a small band of survivors are staying inside for the night in hopes to ride the bad weather out. you take first watch & listen to these tunes on an old ipod while everyone else tries to get some rest & the undead crawl outside, awaiting the taste of human flesh.

you’re in your boyfriend’s pickup. he’s asleep in the passenger seat, you’re driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium

you’re on a rooftop somewhere, there’s 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. you’re feeling peaceful for the first time all week

you’re lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandma’s old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you

it’s four pm in the afternoon and you’ve got your head in the lap of the only boy you’ve ever loved & you’re reading jane eyre & he’s sipping on tea & it’s the kind of weather where it’s just warm enough for you to pretend it’s summer & it’s drizzling & you’re listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes

you’re curled up in bed as it pours outside, there’s a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark

you’re making out in the bathroom of a house party with someone that makes you feel like you’ve swallowed the sun

you’re standing amidst a city you burned to the ground. the apocalypse has come & gone. all that’s left is ashes & mortar & sad bones but you’re feeling empowered. a slow smile creeps up your lips as you realize how you’ve always wanted to watch the world burn

you wander into wonderland and now you’re suddenly being crowned fairie queen, apparently there’s a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled 

it’s mid morning but it’s dark outside from the rain. you thought the tapping on the window was from the rain but it’s actually a crow that flickers out of sight when you look directly at it

you’re sipping on cherry cola by the pool on a lazy sunday & you’re feeling younger than you’ve ever been

you’re summoning old ghosts in an abandoned parking lot on a smoggy thursday night

this format is dead but here are some more playlists:

at 11:17pm on july 25th, 2017, lorde tweeted “you’re the only motherfucker in this city who can handle me” from the st. vincent song ‘new york’. here’s a playlist about that 

every time I hear a song and think “wow it’s almost as if they wrote this to be in brokeback mountain”, I put it in this playlist. it’s sad sexual ambiguity with a lot of guitar

this playlist is about how hard it is to grow up. (people who genuinely enjoy their birthdays don’t interact)

here are a bunch of songs that will make your friends ask you if you’re gay when you put them on the aux

you’re driving through somewhere nondescript in the midwest and the only radio station that comes in is playing melancholy oldies

you’re sad but you’re only trying to make it worse enough that you’re really mopey, not full blown suicidal

if being in love doesn’t feel like these songs then I don’t want it

should any of y’all decide to backpack cross country with your lesbian lover, i’ve made y’all a playlist 

concept playlists

you’re running down a gleaming hall in a light, frothy ballgown the colour of honey-blossoms, past endless tussore-silk curtains which conceal dusty portraits that have long since lost their shine. you are lost, set adrift in your own enchantment, caught between all that is and all that could have been

you’re lying on a field of wildflowers with your best friend, the sullen murmur of bees shouldering their way to your ear. popping a strawberry in her mouth, she smiles at you sleepily, her hair curling delicately around her warm sun-drenched eyes, and your heart catches in your throat at the curve of her cherry-stained lips 

you are in the driver’s seat, speeding down highways, dusky light illuminating the old car. the streets are empty on this shadowy night but every time you turn the wheel excitement surges through your veins and you feel as if you could go on forever

it’s late evening and you’re trembling and trying not to cry because it’s like the whole world is on your shoulders and you’re going to fall with the knowledge that no one is there to catch you. your sister takes your hand with a sigh and tells you gently that it’s alright, things will get better and someday you will find your way home

you’re sipping pomegranate tea and walking through an art museum, eyes filled with childlike wonder at the paintings hanging off the wall. you feel a weight lift inside you and think maybe true love and happy endings do exist, after all

concept playlists

had to jump on this trend

you’re hanging out with the cutest girl in the whole wide world, driving around in a pink cadillac convertable, ignoring the male gaze, and eating cherry popsicles on a warm summer day. you think you finally know what joy feels like

having a picnic on a hill filled with wildflowers, you feel the sudden urge to cry from both an underlying sadness and an overwhelming appreciation for the beauty of queen anne’s lace and daisies

you’re parked at the beach at 3:30 in the morning on a warm summer night, and you feel weirdly nostalgic for a time you weren’t alive for 

you’re driving in a car filled with friends with the windows rolled down, and though it’s never possible to fully leave your sadness behind, in that moment, everyone is smiling and everyone is happy, and there seems to be blue and yellow glow over everything

you walk deep into the woods and flop onto your back into a snowbank, staring up at the bare trees and falling snowflakes as the sky gets dark, feeling as if you could lie there forever

you’re riding the subway late at night, listening to an old ipod classic. the car is dimly lit, it’s empty, and it seems as if the train will never stop, but you’re not going anywhere in particular

concept playlists part ii

it’s the year 2077 & you’re at a nightclub in tokyo with your best friend, you’re both on the run from a group of rebels but you feel safe in this little neon corner of nowhere so when a robot waiter offers you a strawberry daiquiri you accept it

you’re a tourist on mars & you’re trying to contact home but the signal is really crappy so you just end up buying yourself an icecream sundae & waiting in this strange alien queue to buy an interstellar sim card

you’re in a small virginian town that was wiped off the map several years ago housesitting for a mysterious neighbor when you find a secret passageway in their library, you have no idea where it leads but you’re curious to take a look 

you’re in victorian england & you’re walking down a path adorned with the warm aureate glow of gaslights & it’s snowing softly & you have your hands buried deep in your coat pockets while somewhere in the distance, someone announces that the queen is dead

you meet god at a gas station at 3.03 am & he asks you if you want to go for a motorcycle ride with him & when you say yes he warns you that he’s about to introduce you to things you can never unknow 

you’re in love with a ghost who shows up in all your household mirrors & keeps turning off the kitchen light but one night you realize that you’re the one that’s been doing all the haunting 

it’s a rehab centre for celestial beings, where angels with dying halos flitter past & talk to you of stars, you love working this job, learning about the woes of a dozen flighty beings, & they endow you with their strength & light in return

you’re stuck in a time loop inside of a 80′s horror flick and your entire world feels like it’s glitching around you nothing is real except for your strange lover with eyes like moonlight calling you to come back to bed 

you’re at an island at midnight all by yourself, the night sky is so clear the sea reflects the star-matted sky, a salty breeze lifts your hair, you breathe in deep & dream of someone beautiful coming to your rescue

xtras:
hotmess / midyouth crisis / mud puppy / lucid dreaming

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more concept playlists

you’re in your first apartment and it’s too small and it’s raining and you’re a little stoned, but your succulents and the sound of raindrops hitting the window are gently comforting

you are cursed to live in an abandoned church that has been overgrown with vines and filled with damp earth. you spend your days with sun-bleached deer bones and your nights with the ghost of a young man, whose lips are always just barely too cold on your neck

you’re twelve years old, and you and your weird but likable neighbor have decided to go on a road trip (i.e. however far you can get on your bikes before it gets dark and your mom calls you home because the pizza’s here), so you blast your boombox as you ride off down the road

it’s 1988 and you’re at a shitty house party and not feeling it, so you make eye contact with the girl who likes the smiths a little too much and decide to go make out with her in the bathroom

it’s midnight and you’re drinking shitty coffee in a rundown diner that’s nearly empty. you think this place may only exist after 11PM. in fact, you think this place may not really exist at all

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