I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.
My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies.
Depart from them, all ye workers of iniquity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
The Lord hath heard my supplication; the Lord hath received my prayer.
Let all my enemies be ashamed.
Voice is a “thing” with self.
She’ll labor over a story, for years sometimes, until she gets the voice of the main character just right. Sometimes it helps to read poetry. Sometimes it helps to read The Book of Psalms.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.