I once announced, “I’m a writer but not really a storyteller,” to which a friend replied, “You are a storyteller. You just don’t think you are.”
The grist for our tales can come from anywhere from any old day of the week: how sorting threads suddenly feels like a mission; the dog finding raw whole sweet potatoes in the woods and gobbling them down despite all your commands to the contrary; why waiting in yesterday’s grocery line was particularly tedious.
Finn bit my neighbor last night. Here. Trying to watch “Brooklyn”. No blood or even teeth marks. But real aggression.
“The Bite” could be a long story — one involving control, temptation, distraction, fear, and disappointment.
Or how about going to a friend’s husband’s house that is far away and not her house and watching the Patriots lose to Denver while eating chili made meaty and delicious with shiitake mushrooms. Texting my son in Boulder. Noticing how warm the winter sun looked on the football field. Wondering why relationships fail.
I haven’t read Elizabeth Gilbert’s new book but I heard her say in an interview something interesting (but not original) about collective ideas and creativity. She asserted that our work is “out there” and maybe it doesn’t matter if the stories pick us or we pick them, but it does matter that we sustain our allegiance to them. If we don’t, someone else just might take ’em and run.
And speaking of Jung, to close let me share a relevant moment of synchronicity.
Remember two posts ago when I quoted Henry Louis Gates, Jr. saying that if critics didn’t like Styron’s version of Nat Turner, they could “write their own novel”? Well last night I learned that someone has. Nate Parker wrote, directed and starred in a new movie telling that very story. It just premiered at Sundance.
Yes. Working, walking away, working some more.
definitely a stoy teller!
p.s. I just love that Finn features in so many of your images and stories
Spoken like a true dog lover. And regarding stories — Thank you, Saskia. Coming from you (a story teller through and through) is high praise!
I meant stoRy,
obviously I tried to post the correction too soon, as I was told off by ‘the comment umpire’ ‘you are commenting too quickly’
My brain supplied the letter. Didn’t even notice!