June 2, 2011 § 11 Comments
My love of story began with the sound of my mother’s voice.
I was a halting early reader, but as my mother read aloud, Dr. Doolittle and Alice and Toad of Toad Hall all spoke to me. She gave each a distinctive voice with idiosyncrasies of pitch and pace.
Because of this early association of story and sound I grew up to be a writer who hears the words first, often speaking them aloud, testing their sound before putting them on paper.