If I had been born hundreds of years ago as a native American, I would have been a Storyteller. Wandering from tribe to village, coast to coast, I would have pursued optimal festive times to visit and share my tales with children and the elderly alike. I would have been well fed and happily received, bringing trinkets to share and embellish my stories.
But alas, I was not born hundreds of years ago, and I only have the smallest traces of native American in my veins. I struggle with this because I am a storyteller. I do not consider myself to be as proficient at actual writing. Of course, I am practicing, and great things come from diligent practice. Still, it is a struggle some days for my inner writer to write what the storyteller says. I’ve never met another person who seems to have these troubles. They either tend to be proficient writers in their own right, and never struggle with their inner storyteller, or they tell glorious stories but have never considered writing them. Are there others out there that are like me? I wonder. How do they address their conundrum? Is it possible to overcome this simply by practice? I certainly hope so, because my only true desire is to be successful at writing!