The Legacy of Storytelling

“I don’t know how it is for everyone else, but for me, it can’t be about the money, at least not entirely. I want to look back on my life and know that I did something worthwhile.” ~ Jennifer Niesslein, “The Price of Writing”

The work we do as writers isn’t always about the making money. It isn’t always about crafting the perfectly structured essay or flash fiction either. Sometimes, it’s just about telling the story.

IMG_1081I’m in the process of putting together a third anthology of work by writers at Harwood Place: Lost, Found, and Loved. I don’t get paid to work with these writers or to design the anthology, but the time spent with them and this project is precious nonetheless. As I retype their pieces into my computer from handwritten or printed copies (only a few of them use email),  I realize again how much I love their stories. I also gain a better understanding about my purpose within this group.

IMG_0087When I write an essay or a story, I will spend hours, days, months on end revising, restructuring, agonizing at times (I can be quite dramatic). For these writers, certain stories will undergo deeper rewrites, but more often they share their story at the table, consider revising a little, and move on. They look forward to the next prompt, the next meeting, the next reading.

I’ve struggled with this in the past, thinking I’m their teacher and shouldn’t I press them to do more–reinforce that the real writing is in the rewriting? But, I’ve come to accept that their decision is perfectly okay.

Doris Lessing says:

Humanity’s legacy of stories and storytelling is the most precious we have. All wisdom is in our stories and songs. A story is how we construct our experiences. At the very simplest, it can be: ‘He/she was born, lived, and died.’

The truth for these writers at Harwood Place–their experience at the table and, later, in front of the podium–is that they are there for each other. Last Saturday at our recent meeting, they had written on a simple prompt, “When we played cards…” (based on “Poker” by Paul Farley). As they took turns reading their stories out loud, the room filled with laughter, more personal accounts, deeper connections, and a solid sixty-minutes of pure joy.

That is the legacy of storytelling.

IMG_0226That makes the writing worthwhile.

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Dialogue, Art, & You: Quotables in Critical Times

Dialogue

[dahy-uh-lawg, -log] noun. An exchange of ideas or opinions on a particular issue, especially a political or religious issue, with a view to reaching an amicable agreement or settlement.

Art

“It’s good for art to make us think, to give us a shared experience that…makes us talk to each other, including strangers.” ~ Janet Echelman

You

“That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.”
~ Walt Whitman

“What will your verse be?”

The Neighbor: a tiny flash fiction

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It was a farce, this whole business of playing Twister. Larry sat there with the spinner and studied the four corners: right, left, all hands and feet. Not a thing about a nose. He could win by a nose. By a hair. By a sneeze. It was clear the lady of the house had a terrible allergy. He saw her now–right foot on red, left hand on yellow–bobbing her head in an oncoming attack. He’d bathed and brushed, but there was little he could do about his dander. He wasn’t even sure why he’d come to the party, except that someone on the block had mentioned hot cider, and he did love a good apple cider. No one had mentioned games for the supple.

Relegated to the sidelines, he flicked the spinner; it landed on blue. He whinnied, while everyone whined and scrambled for a spot. Arms entwined, bodies bent, Larry sat stiff in the chair, banished yet again. So when the lady of the house set her toe near the corner and turned her backside his way, it was only natural that he lean in. Nip. Call it a night.