stories

[adrienmundi]

I realized today that I actually do want to tell stories, that I both need and enjoy that. Problems abound, however. I worry that I have no stories in me to tell, or if I do, I have no means of telling them. I worry that if I craft a story for myself, it will go no further than that, but if I craft it for others, it will be constrained by the intended audience. Over time, more and more of the training wheels and kiddie pools of psuedo story telling have fallen away, but nothing yet has replaced them. To invert one of my most often invoked analogies, I'm out of methadone, but don't think I'm up for the real opiate, leaving instead a growing want.

I suspect there's something to confidence here; I'm finding myself cursed with a more general applicability of certain advice than I anticipated, but having welcomed that insight, I find myself unable to ignore it now. The one size fits all answer is that it takes practice to become confident, but practice with what, and how, are rarely offered. I think this goes beyond my usual response to spring, but I'm not sure I could tell you how, exactly, at least not yet.