I’m Not a Storyteller

Telling stories. I like to tell stories. But I don’t consider myself a storyteller. When sitting around the campfire I’m not the one to pour forth with the tales. I don’t make them up as I walk down the street. Sometimes I do, but they’re often not stories. They’re situations, scenarios, sometimes characters. Wouldn’t it be cool if this happened sort of things.

I say this simply because I’m a writer, and I’m still trying to figure out what sort of writer I am. Recently I’ve been reading a Stephen King novel, my first, and I’m amazed at the way the guy can tell a story. No matter what you think of the guy’s literary ability, you have to respect his story telling. He can get your heart pounding in your chest when you’re sitting in your lazy boy on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Sometimes I wonder if I can do that. Part of me says I can’t, and part of me says I just haven’t tried.

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