And I like the telling also…
Truly do love stories, as maybe you regular readers know, and you visitors are figuring out.
Received the promo email for Tuesday’s storytelling evening…
I haven’t tried to tell a story for a while. I figure it’s good practice, both the story writing and the delivery.
Five minutes. On stage. A few hundred people in the audience. No notes. Just little moi and my story.
Terrifying, yes, but also good for the character I think, even redemptive, somehow.
If I can get myself up on that stage…if they pull my name out of the hat…maybe I can do all the other things that I’m also scared of doing.
Will people laugh when they are supposed to? Sigh when they’re supposed to? Will I even remember what I’m supposed to say? Is it fair—as a kid might—to write key words on the inside of my palm?
And what should my story be ABOUT?
For every evening there’s a theme and this week’s theme is “retaliation.”
Retaliation. Retaliation? RETALIATION?
What kind of true personal-experience story can I come with under the heading “Retaliation”?
Truly, I cannot think of a single one.
And maybe that’s a good thing.