Finding THE VOICE
We've spent the last few days looking for THE VOICE. I know it seems like Joyce and I would've found THE VOICE a few years ago since we've been published almost ten years.
The problem is that we've started a new project and THE VOICE we've tried using with it hasn't worked. We're on about the fifth rewrite and who knows where it will go from here.
It's bad around here looking for THE VOICE. Neither one of us can eat or sleep. We wander around like zombies. If all of the gas stations hadn't been out of gas, we probably could've driven somewhere and discovered it. This way, we're trapped at the house looking for THE VOICE in out of the way places like the roof and the storage shed in the backyard.
I hope we find it before it gets cold. THE VOICE might get too hoarse to speak.