Finding Your Child Voice
When writing children literature, finding your own child voice is the only
way to create realistic characters, believable dialogue, and succinct narrative
that will grab your reader’s attention and keep them involved in your story.
Students often ask me: So how does a writer find their child voice?
My answer to students is this: Before you can find your child voice, you
must think like a child. To think like a child you must play like a child, even
if it is only in your mind.
Seems like a relatively simple thing to do, right? But as adults, we often let go of (or lose
completely) our childlike attitudes and behaviors; tuck them away, in a memory
box.
So, open the box. Remember. Put on a costume and dance around the room,
go to a park and cruise down the slide, visit a classroom, read children’s
literature, or hang out with some kids and just observe. Soon enough, your own childhood
memories will come flooding back about what it was like to be that age: what
was important, what wasn’t important, how you acted and how you talked, what
the world sounded like, felt like, and tasted like.
Once your own inner child is awakened, you will be able to immerse yourself
into your child character’s head with more freedom; with more pizzazz.
Another exercise I have my students do to get into child-mode thinking
is to look at things, people, situations and emotions; write down all the
different ways to express it with originality. Then, break the sentences down
again and again until the emotions and situations are expressed simply, with
the innocence of a child’s heart.
Here are some examples of my child voice that I’ve used in my own
stories:
Excited: He felt as if a herd of jumping bugs were doing cartwheels in his stomach.
Sad: My heart fell sideways and stayed lying down all day.
Descriptive dialogue: "I know grandma can fly. She has that flabby, flapping skin under her arms that turns into her after-dark wings."
Descriptive narrative: The wind pricked him, jabbed at him, finally becoming so mean with all its yelling and howling that he decided the wind just wasn’t worth playing with any longer.
Excited: He felt as if a herd of jumping bugs were doing cartwheels in his stomach.
Sad: My heart fell sideways and stayed lying down all day.
Descriptive dialogue: "I know grandma can fly. She has that flabby, flapping skin under her arms that turns into her after-dark wings."
Descriptive narrative: The wind pricked him, jabbed at him, finally becoming so mean with all its yelling and howling that he decided the wind just wasn’t worth playing with any longer.
So if find yourself dancing and twirling around the kitchen, doing cartwheels across the yard, or finger painting like a four-year-old, and somebody comes along to tell you that you are acting immature, take it as a compliment and start writing.
Illustration by Samantha Kickingbir |
Copyright
Diane Mae Robinson, 2014
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