Sibilance. For those of us who know nothing about the mysterious world of audio recording, it's a thing that happens. Listening devices emit searing static, usually when the vocalist speaks the letters S, C and sometimes T.
And I have the most sibilant voice on the planet, Dear Reader.
I've recorded my entire book.
And it's FULL of sibilance.
Sound. As I type to the hum of traffic, the cross-hatch of MTM's pen, the pulse of keys, I sob and wish sound weren't a thing.
I know people who are virtually deaf. I don't wish for that fate or mean to diminish their disability.
But I am waterboarded by the sound of my own voice. People want to hear me read my memoir.
Or they *think* they do.
They don't know a theater critic once eviscerated my speaking voice in a review. "Etched in acid," he crowed.
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The book's chapter titles are songs, and together, I hope they make a rocking playlist of road music. I've created the entire Not Without My Father playlist on iTunes. Buy the whole thing. Pick-and-choose.
Okay, Dear Reader. I'm ready.
For you to dump on me.
Give me your unvarnished opinions. In 2015, I want my words and examples to compel people to Make a Memory of their own. I've included working text and examples below. Is it confusing? Does it yield a Make a Memory idea or several? Is it unclear? Stupid? Compelling?
Dump on me. I want people to start inviting people to Make a Memory on January 2, 2015.