There are so many places out in the world to see
so many words to be spoken and heard and written
How far would I go to catch that bit of inspiration- hear that turn of a phrase, see the expressions on a face caught unaware in thought that could bring a story together.
I’d go pretty far because I haven’t met a place yet that I didn’t find something interesting to see, some image I took away with me.
The trick is, when you are out mining for a story to not take in the whole scene, sometimes I’ll look into a room or a person’s face or a building and I’ll throw a grid on it- a mental one.
And then I go over the room bit by bit and that’s how I’ll find that one thing, that one person or color or shadow that has a story.
It’s waiting for someone to find it.
On the good days, it’s me.
It comes down to this for: when feel that pull to tell a story, when images from it race through my head, when I can hear the character’s voice or see their face I will chase it down and capture it in words.
For awhile I found that if something I was writing about hit to close to home or my reaction to what I was writing was an emotional one I’d change the story and edit myself out.
I ran away from the story.
Can you believe that?
I don’t do that anymore- I dig where I have to dig, face what I have to face because that’s what a storyteller does.
No matter what.