
A while back, I posted about losing the voice of a story. I'd written said story a while back, but the ending was troublesome. So I let it sit. And sit. And sit some more. I tried a couple of times to do a revision and had several ideas, but nothing quite worked.
The story is about two sisters who were in a bit of hot water due to their gambling habits. They were about to have their wrists chopped off -- due consequences of cheating, you know. One sister is homespun and full of homilies, the other a wise ass.
I finally hit upon a solution, but as revisions often have a habit of doing, after much story-wrangling, the revision read stilted to me. I'd lost the wise-ass voice which is what made the story fun.
So I let the story sit for a week or more. Then I printed out the revised copy along with original version with the voice. I read them both yesterday, and to my surprise, it wasn't the voice I'd lost after all. I guess what I lost was my enthusiasm for the story. Letting it sit helped me clear my brain-cache and on re-read, I saw the voice was still there after all. I just hadn't been hearing it.
I guess the moral of the story is that when stories are rejected, it might be because the reader of the day wasn't in the right mood to hear the voice/appreciate the story. Doesn't necessarily mean the story is bad, but as they say, just not right for that particular reader. Or so I hope, anyway. I hope I'm not fooling myself about the voice being there after all. Funny thing, this writing thing.