Storytelling Is Becoming a Royal Pain In My Ass

OH MY GOD, PEOPLE. I miss this blog. I know I've been writing poetry on the poetry blog, and I've been doing Five Star Friday every week, but my iPhoneography blog and this one have been languishing somewhat.

I've thunk lots of thoughts, but I question my storytelling every time I sit down to write.



I'm questioning everything:

• Why is this story important to tell?
• Why tell this story right now?
• What parts of this story are mine to tell?
• What parts of this story are being told with motives that lie outside this particular piece? Are any parts there simply to serve my own ego or to hurt someone?
• Do I have the chops to tell this story well enough?
• With the nearly infinite perspectives from which I could tell this story, why did I choose this one?
• Am I ready to tell this story, or should I think about it some more?

I'm sitting on my hands waiting for all my words, thoughts, and heart to come into perfect alignment, and then I want all universal signs to point to Yes. I've never waited for this level of Most Awesome Perfection before, and there's no reason why I should start now.

I think I'm going through growing pains, and I don't like the discomfort. It's uncomfortable. Does anyone here have an in with the universe who can tell it I'm already tall enough, goddammit?

Ira Glass On Storytelling

This might be just what you needed to hear today. I know it's what I needed.

Ira Glass on Storytelling from David Shiyang Liu on Vimeo.

Join Me In Documenting The Tasty, Sad, Sweet Endings Of Things

I was walking around late yesterday afternoon, thinking along to myself about the kinds of things I was in the mood to write about, and it struck me that I was going to forget before I got home to write it all down, because that's what happens, doesn't it?

So, I whipped out my iPhone and recorded my thinking-aloud-while-walking, and I ended up inviting us all to share our stories of the tasty, sad, sweet endings of things:



It being fall, it just seems right to curl up with a cup of coffee and savour the last bits of things, and not to mourn them, really, but to let the flavour of them sink in.

There are no rules here. Write three sentences, several paragraphs, or a poem. Post a photograph or a drawing or a collage. Post a vlog. Share something you created three years ago.

While I go and write about my tasty-sad-sweet-endings-of-things story, how about you go and write/photograph/draw/vlog/knit yours, and then we can all virtually meet back here by linking to our stories through the SimplyLinked widget below:


The Tasty, Sad, Sweet Endings Of Things


I can't wait to see your tasty-sad-sweet-endings-of-things pieces. I imagine that they'll be mighty, um, tasty.