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Monday, February 11, 2008


No, I'm not talking about my characters' voices. All novelists have these people in their head and I'm told this is perfectly normal (by other writers, not by the general normal public).

I'm talking about those other voices. Voices from the past. Phrases said to me so many times they're repeated like a parrot's echo in my head. Some people have ugly voices that replay, but I was blessed to have been surrounded by people who didn't scar me like that.

My voices are more benign.

Like when I'm in a hurry and drop something, I grin because my Granny's words are already beginning to play. Haste makes waste.

When I feel guilty for leaving food on my plate at a restaurant, my mom's words always reassure me. Better wasted in the garbage than on the hips. Amen.

A cool breeze on a warm summer's day and Granny's words come rushing back. Thank you, Lord, for the cool breeze.

And then there's Grandpa. It wasn't so much his words that stuck as the sarcasm with which he said them. No worries, Grampa, your sarcasm lives on.

So next time that phrase replays in your head, just tell yourself your normal. Or at least, as normal as me. Now there's a comforting thought.

Denise Hunter  
posted at 7:33 AM  
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At 2:36 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

I hear voices in my head al the time too! It gets pretty crowded in there sometimes. LOL

At 4:50 PM, Blogger Ane Mulligan said...

I like your mom's take on food left on the plate. Much better than the old "there's people starving in Africa who'd be happy to have that." My hips want to say, "Fine - send it to them."

At 5:14 PM, Blogger Kellie said...

It's funny that you should post this because a couple nights ago is was reminded of this very thing.

As a kid, and really, as an adult too, I always have a song in my head. I remember being 10 or 12 years old and sitting at the dinner table waiting for my parents and brothers to come sit at the table. I was quietly humming or singing, and my grandmother bent over me and said, "Sing at the table, cry before bed."

To this day, when my daughter (or my son, who is at the dinner table at this very moment doing his home work and humming!) is singing at the table, I think about my grandmothers' saying....although I don't repeat it, because (honestly) i think it's silly! It drives me crazy when I think about it!

At 6:02 PM, Blogger Ausjenny said...

Diane, Ane, when mum grew up it was the starving children in china,
and one day mum came back with Well you can send them my food.
didn't go down to well.
but i get things stuck in my head repeating but i tend to get more songs in my head and just cant move them.

At 7:07 PM, Blogger Kay said...

Since last night I have been planning a post about much the same thing! LOL

At 8:16 PM, Blogger Denise Hunter said...

Kellie, I've never heard that quote before. Interesting.

Ane, the starving children thing never made sense to me. Is it going to help them if I eat it?

At 7:28 AM, Blogger Ausjenny said...

i had it explained to me that there were starving children in africa who would give anything for the food i had and sould be greatful. i too thought they could have my vegetables.

At 12:46 AM, Blogger Melanie said...

I have quite a few voices I wish would go away, but many are more pleasant.

I often laugh at intersections because I hear my Mammaw's voice saying "One's a coming." She never learned to drive, and she would say that if she saw even a speck in the distance. I wish I could hear her say that again.

There's too many weird sayings in my family to remember them all.

Sadly, I can hear in my head the voice of actor Albert Finney as Daddy Warbucks telling Annie, "You are special. Never stop believing that."

And the song of the day was a very bad choice at the gym: "Boney Maroney." What fat woman wants to hear a song about a woman as "skinny as a stick of macaroni" when she's huffing, puffing, sweaty and miserable just to be able to shop in the normal woman's section.

Sorry. I'm cranky. Tomorrow's Singles Awareness Day.


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Kristin Billerbeck
Kristin Billerbeck is a proud Californian, wife, mother of four, and connoisseur of the irrelevant. She writes Christian Chick Lit; where she finds need for most of the useless facts lulling about in her head.

Colleen Coble

Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.

Denise Hunter

Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.

Diann Hunt

Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.

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Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.

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