While We Were on Hiatus...

I would like to think I'm productive and had full intentions of using the break from work to post some new entries on this blog, but truly I'm one of the great procrastinators!
Meanwhile, my friend Álvaro has been blogging away, doing a good job reviewing movies, recent and old, on his blog Cinematronics and I'm impressed by how quickly he reacts to everything he views.
I will probably use this space to essay on fiction and its creators, if I can only get myself in gear and start producing.
This post is a segue.
The voice I am seeking is almost within my grasp. That is to say, I am seeking to find my writing voice. One by which my readers will immediately recognize me, and hopefully will appreciate what I am trying to say.
I say it is almost within my grasp because lately I am beginning to garner reviews for things I have written and these reviews are telling me I am proceeding in the right direction.
As I near a landmark birthday, I am thinking, it is about time I have arrived at something manageable and repeatable. Too often in the past I wandered aimlessly among sandlike prose of my own distribution. Perhaps like fantasy castles at the beach, while wet these sand edifices stood and were perhaps admired, more often disdained, but were always of only temporary strength. The waves of fortune and taste came, lapped at the base of my architecture and after having weakened its foundations, one good surge would wash it away, leaving not even rubble, but only a hole where briefly my creation had stood.
Now others are telling me they hear my voice and it is allowing me to strengthen my buildings. I am getting some idea where to insert hard things like shells and pebbles, when to wrap in seaweed, which when dried in the sunshine will prevent disaster.
And I feel prolific. It is no matter whether this is warranted or otherwise. I feel it, therefore I can work with it.
My voice.
A friend told me, "Even when you get to thinking that it has all been said and written before, remember no one can tell it from exactly the same viewpoint as you can nor in the same tone of voice unless they parody you, and if you are parodied that is proof positive that you have a voice distinctive enough to be imitated."
My voice is beginning to sound in the night. I sure hope it will guide me to a resolution. I keep my fingers crossed that I will not be taken in by the sound of my own voice nor be misled by false compliments.