So damn, this got posted late, but I was still waiting for the final copy of the book to use for blog graphics urgh >< (Why is there so much to blogging???)
Anyways, A Quiet Kind of Thunder was published on the 12th of January and the main character, Steffi, has selective mutism, which basically is a severe form of anxiety that prevents people from talking in selective situations. (Damn, I sounded like some kinda doctor then.)
And basically the publishers challenged me to a day of thinking how much I talk, when and just how amazing our voices are.
Fast forward a few days, I got laryngitis.
WHAT IS THAT YOU SAY?
BASICALLY MY VOICEBOX WAS SWOLLEN AND I COULDN’T TALK FOR A WEEK.
Not. *dead pan face*
However, this actually meant that the challenge was more literal for me, and I LITERALLY could not talk – even when I wanted to.
I feel you Steffi. Not being able to talk is lousy. *sighs at memory*
Steffi lists her top 5 worst times to be mute:
- When you need the toilet
- When you’re bleeding
- When you need a new pencil
- When you look a bit suspicious
- When your best friend needs you
- When you have no clue what’s going on around you – Everyone around you is flapping their hands around acting like headless chickens or maybe even excited cucumbers dancing. What’s going on? Everyone is laughing? The air is buzzing. IS CLASS CANCELLED? IS THE TEACHER WE ALL HATE UNWELL? SOMEONE TELL ME PLEASE.
- When the teacher in class is too busy talking to see your hand is waving madly in the air because you need help – Hi Miss. I have no clue what you want me to draw. I heard a mention of pumpkins and a shoe? Did I hear wrong? How do you draw a pumpkin? Can you please stop talking to the other guy about his 11th consecutive award for having a big head and non-stop talking plus boasting?
- When you need to make a phone call to the doctors – I can’t talk. I woke up and couldn’t even squeak. I think I need to see a doctor. Ok, let’s pick up a phone and make a phone call then. Good plan. OH WAIT. I CAN’T TALK.
- When someone asks you to explain something – Yes I see you’re stuck on that equation. It’s really easy. I can help you. I can explain it to you. I’m also really glad you weren’t scared to ask me. But wait. I can’t help you. I’m not ignoring you I promise. I’m also not messing with you by making hand gestures. I JUST CAN’T TALK.
- When you want to say thank you to the bus driver or the sales assistant at New Look – Seriously. Hi I see your name is Stephanie. You smiled at me. You asked me how I was. You were really nice. Sorry I couldn’t answer you. Sorry I didn’t say thank you. MY VOICEBOX WAS FREAKING SWOLLEN.
Needless to say, having laryngitis was absolutely horrible. I only had it for a week as well, and I seriously sympathise with people who are mute either partially, or even permanently. You guys rock and I don’t know how you deal with it.
The amount of times I hit my table on the table because of this. URGH.
Ok so these are my 5 worse times to be mute. Now you go answer the question~ What would be the 5 worse times to be mute for you?