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The Storyteller |
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Once upon a time |
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The plot thickens |
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Strange goings-on |
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That can't be good |
I’m a good storyteller.
That statement may sound either arrogant or the sign of someone
who is extremely confident in their own ability.
However, it is a statement that each of us who attempt fiction
or memoir need to know is true for them.
As writers in the current competitive world
of bookselling, it is also a statement that is possibly challenged and
undermined on a regular basis.
Let me tell you a story:
About twenty-six years ago, before my first novel was
published, I had been writing a lot, having discovered the joy of writing
fiction. When my father’s sixtieth birthday was approaching, I decided I’d like
to write a story about him. My dad is a larger-than-life character, and I had
plenty of material from my childhood observations and from all the stories my
grandmother used to tell me about my father. When I think about it, the
storytelling gene came down from my grandmother. The first part of the book, I
recounted tales told to me as a child. Then I interviewed my mother, and got
some of the finer detail about Dad’s young adult years, and their story of
romance and marriage.
At the time of writing, I had not had the advantage of
having attended writing workshops or even knowing what the editing and
publishing process was about. I simply wrote from the heart, and told story
after story about my dad—most of which had a lot of humour attached. I finished
the book, and gave it to him printed on A4 paper and spiral bound. And that was
that.
Three years later, I self-published my first piece of fiction,
still without the benefit of the proper editorial processes and reviews. That
title, to this date, has sold over 8000 copies in Australia and has had five
editions.
Fast forward to recent years. Being a member of Omega
Writers, having attended many conferences, read many blogs, consulted may
experienced editors and writers, adjusted and reworked much of my work, I don’t
have that happy, ignorant confidence I had when I first began. In fact, my current
work, in my humble opinion, is far superior to what I wrote in the early days,
and yet I struggle to find an international publisher, agent or even market.
Confidence has crashed in direct inverse proportion to the increase in the
quality of my work. I have talked about this with writing friends and colleagues,
and while we can comfort each other, and encourage one another, it doesn’t
usually make any difference to the quest to let our work fly free into the
greater reading world.
So back to the story I wrote for my dad.
I was up visiting
my now 86-year-old father on the farm a couple of weeks ago. My mum is still living
there as well, and she is in the throes of writing her memoirs. Being a
sufferer of rheumatoid arthritis, she is not very mobile anymore, and spends a lot of time at the computer. I was cooking dinner for them one
evening, and mum asked if she could read a section of her memoirs to me. She
began to read, and I was engaged and amused. It wasn’t long before I realised
she was reading what I had written 26 years ago.
‘I decided not to rewrite this section,’ she said, ‘as you’re
such a good storyteller’.
Having just listened to it being read back to me, I agreed.
By jingo, I am a good storyteller.
And then it struck me. The piece she had read was written pre-education.
It was pre-editing and polishing. It was simple, unedited storytelling, and it was
delightful.
So the message came to me to share with you:
Are you a good storyteller?
The question isn’t: have you
found a niche in the market?
It’s not: have you found an agent who has accepted
your work?
It’s not even: Do you have a mailing list of thousands of fans who
can’t wait to pre-order your book?
No.
The question is: are you a good storyteller?
The answer to that question for me is: yes. Yes, I am a good
storyteller.
Will I ever find that agent, or that international market, or
list of thousands of fans?
Maybe. Maybe not.
But have I delighted my readers
over the years—well written or not?
The answer to that question is a resounding
yes. Though I cringe when I read any of my work pre 2012—head hopping
everywhere, speech attributions galore, adverb heaven, and telling, telling,
telling (who knew what showing was?)—the general feedback I get from anyone who
admits to having read one or more of my books is: I love your books!
These people
pop up now and then, and are enthusiastic in their praise. Bless them. I want
to apologise for all the poor writing, but they don’t even understand what I’m
talking about. They engaged with story and character, and loved it.
So …
I am a great storyteller. I also think I’m getting better as
a writer.
How is it going for you?
Do your family and friends love
what you write? Are kids enthralled when you’re telling them what it was like ‘in
the old days’ (you know, back in the 1970s when dinosaurs roamed the earth).
Chances are, you’re a good storyteller too, and there are
those in your life who love the stories you tell.