Unaccustomed as I am...
Today I did something I don’t think I’ve ever done before.
Read something I wrote…out loud and in public.
It wasn’t any of my fiction, I hasten to add, although that did cross my mind as an entertaining possibility.
But I did notice two things in the process.
One was that all the practice I’ve had writing stories in here stood me in very good stead when writing a piece of real life composition. A year ago I would have dreaded it; but I found myself relishing the challenge.
The other was that when writing something to be read out loud I found I didn’t necessarily want to pick the same words and structures as I would when writing the fiction I post here - where I try to get the dialogue ‘sounding’ right but the description is for seeing rather than hearing.
Not sure that means anything, but it was interesting none the less.
I’m not actually sure that what I said in the end was exactly what was written on my piece of paper. But apparently it sounded all right. It’s all just words anyway…