Interesting call from a friend this morning. He reported being in the midst of listening to the audible version of Hatching Charlie: A Psychotherapist’s Tale and finding my voice more muted in the telling of the first fifteen chapters, so much so that he kept wondering “Where is Charlie’s voice?” Then, at chapter sixteen, when I begin working in a psychiatric setting where I report “getting myself back from this place” my voice changes to the one he is used to hearing. It is as if I came more alive, which is exactly what happened in the story of my life. Our thought together was something along the lines of “Isn’t it amazing how powerful the unconscious is. How it makes itself known in the most unexpected of ways.” He now finds the audible version more engaging. In all fairness, listening to a book is a very subjective experience, and I have had others tell me they much prefer the audible version from the beginning. I know I do in that it allows me to convey in tone, pitch, pace and so on what I cannot in the written form.