I spent a great deal of my life trying not to be my sister. I thought if I did everything opposite of what she did I would be my own person. It took me a long time to realize that doing something just because she didn’t wasn’t really an indication of who I was anymore than if I had been trying to be just like her. I had to learn to listen to myself, find out who I was, and be true to that. Regardless of what other people did and said. Once I found myself, life was so much easier. And much more enjoyable.
In many ways finding my writing voice is very similar to finding myself. I’ve had to listen to the stories deep inside, write what I felt and believed, not because it was trendy and not because it was the opposite of what was trendy. I couldn’t copy other authors style, voice, or genre.
If I write true to myself and the story, the story itself might ring true to readers. Even if not, even if I never get published I know who I am, and I know what I write.
And that knowledge is a wonderful thing.