Category Archives: Story Making

#365 #TaleIn10 drawing to a close

Today’s tale will be the last in a year-long series of stories penned (and tweeted) daily in just ten words.  It’s been an interesting process and has been my way of “keeping the writing door open” whilst I simply cannot make the time to do more right now.

Some the tales might be good starters or at least primers for future story-crafting so they may re-surface buffed-up and polished.

Right now I cannot say if I shall be silent for a while after my last #365 #TaleIn10 or whether it’ll spark a new project.  But I am content – for now at least – to wait, and see …

Stories of Myself

What a delight! And a perfect way to spend a Saturday morning. Shonaleigh is a drut’syla (an oral storyteller in the Jewish tradition) and this morning’s workshop, at the Arts Centre in Bridport, took us on a very personal journey.  Through a weave of discovery into our own names, memories and the language we use, so many little gems were released … I’ll play with it all for a while and maybe record the results on these pages.  We shall see.  I do love it when people get together and find the trust and freedom to just get stuck in and my fellow workshoppers were great in that respect.  Thanks Shonaleigh for your facilitation and direction.  We hope to see you in Bridport again very soon.

Storytelling Workshop

How exciting. I’ve just booked into the storytelling workshop with Shonaleigh at the Bridport Arts Centre on 1st June. Entitled ‘Stories of Myself – the Root of My Journey’, it’s perfect timing to coincide with my current ‘storycraft’ project with the Bees-on stories. Shonaleigh will also be performing at the next Story Café at Bridport on 31st May – should be a treat.

A new adventure

These entries are where I hope to weave some stories and essential threads of my live and the lives with which I come into contact.

There are some family stories I want to re-visit – my grandfather’s story of ‘the Long Walk’ and stories I have pieced together whilst researching my family history. And then there are the stories I loved as a child – well worth a fresh look – and new ones I have learnt to treasure in my adulthood. And still there are those special stories of what might have been or what could still be if only forgotten or misplaced threads can be re-found and re-worked.

So, here begins a new adventure of discovery through imaginings and reality.  Bring it on.