I don’t know what’s happened. My inner reading voice changed. It wasn’t intentional. I didn’t mean for it to happen. It just did. It’s as if someone stole the old one and did a switcheroo.
Thankfully now I’m writing a bog-standard blog post it’s changed back to normal. As I write (and re-read) this the voice that speaks the words back in my head sounds reassuringly like me (actually it sounds more like how I’d like to sound rather than how I actually do).
The funny ‘internal-reader’ theft happened in the middle of writing up an idea for a client. It’s not a particularly grand idea, not in the grander scheme of grand things anyhow. But I guess if I’m being honest I suppose I was writing it with a bit of pomp to set things up. I went back to the beginning, to skim what I’d written, and all of a sudden I could hear bloody Morgan Freeman reading my words back to me.
He was using his ‘March of the Penguins’ voice rather than his ‘Shawshank’ – so at least he’d had the decency to pick the right voice for the job. I wonder how much he’d cost to actually come and do the presentation for me? I think he might just sway it…