The Help

I just finished listening to the book The Help by Kathryn Stockett. As a writer and a reader, I am humbled by Kathryn's first novel. In my mind, she knocked the ball out of the park on her first time at bat.
It's set in Jackson, Mississippi during the mid-sixties when the south was not a pleasant place for most black folks to live and work. 

Stockett does a masterful job, in my opinion, of telling a compelling story about the women who did domestic work for white families during that time. 
She's quick to say that she does not presume to know what it was like for the maids who worked for white families in the south, but from where I stand, her voice sounded right.
I think the hardest thing for a writer is to find their voice. When I look back over the things I've written in the past, I realize that I've only just begun to understand how to write.  And there is still so much to learn.
I do know this: when you manage to put together a string of words that work, there is very little that feels better.