Play on Words: A Month of True (and False) Stories
It’s my birthday. For my birthday I’ve decided to give myself a very special gift. I’m giving me the gift of time, sort of. What I’m actually giving me is permission to do something I love to do for at least an hour a day. I love stories. I love reading them, writing them, listening to them, and telling them. Each month my friend Naomi and I write and read true stories at Stories at the Storey, our true story open mic night.
For one magical night a month, I get to listen to and tell real stories to real people. That’s one magical night a month, once a month for the past nearly four years. I’ve heard a lot of stories. There have been stories about family, expectations, fears, politics, regret, happiness, loss, identity, dreams, and anything (and everything it seems) in between. There have been stories that made me laugh, cry, think, act, remember, and forget. I get to know people through their stories so my life is richer, fuller, and happier because of them.
I’ve loosely interpreted each theme sharing stories of my own family, regrets, dreams, losses, rejections, obstacles, triumphs, joys and search for home. I imagine people get to know me through my stories. Through writing them, I learn more about myself. So, I’m giving myself the gift of stories: 31 days of prose. Each day this month I’ll be posting readings of stories from my writing past, present, and future. Most of them will be true, some will have been written for true or false nights so, those will be false. There will be at least one short story, and maybe because I found some in my writing skeletons, a poem or two.
How can you join in? First, listen. I love sharing stories so please have a listen. Second, I absolutely love being told stories. There is nothing quite like a well-woven story and the voice of someone who wants to share it. So, share recordings of you reading from your own writing. These posts can be fiction, creative nonfiction, or poetry.
Why am I calling this a Play on Words? I’m hoping you’ll read your story dramatically, a bit like it’s a play, a performance, a spoken word piece, a story.
I realize while recording these that I am not an audio editor. I've also realized that I can't upload these from home until my home internet starts working again so I'll be recording them daily, and uploading them as I can. Thanks for joining me on this journey. By the end of it, I hope to become more comfortable with Audacity and to get to know you through your stories.
Here's my first one: And the Winner is...