Refusing to believe in a second puberty, I attribute my vocal fluctuations to the excessive amount of gunk pouring down my esophagus via my nasal cavity. The effects of said profuse flow are sure to be humorous to the onlooker. One morning I wake up James Earl Jones, the next I’m age 13 and choking and squeaking out my words as though a flock of gnats have taken up residence just around the corner from my adam’s apple. All things considered, I am surviving. In fact, I may even be recovering. Inflection rehab won’t be required, but therapy from the psychological trauma of temporarily regressing nearly a decade could be in order. Sinus drainage is no fun, folks.

Written at 5:56 pm         ||         Filed under: General
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4 Responses to “Help, my voice is changing!”

1. dänika Says:
   June 9th, 2005 at 12:29 pm

   That made me laugh — especially the “squeeking.” Poor James! Allergies?

2. James Says:
   June 9th, 2005 at 6:19 pm

   Eeps. Three typos got past me. ;-) I’m not sure what caused the ickyness, but I’m doing much better today.

3. dänika Says:
   June 10th, 2005 at 12:04 am

   No, no, don’t fret — “squeeking” sounds so much “squeakier” than “squeaky” does.

   Squeaky is such a strange word. Do you ever sit and contemplate a word you’ve just written, until you reach the point that it looks unfamiliar and you gaze at it with eyes that are trying to put it together again?

   Glad you’re doing better.

4. James Says:
   June 10th, 2005 at 12:28 am

   Yep, I do that with regularity. Do you think people with other mother tongues do the same thing in their languages?

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