Storytelling

People tell stories so others don’t feel as lonely.

I heard this being discussed on an episode of Q on CBC. The author and actress Zosia Mamet was being interviewed about her new memoir “Essays: Does this make me funny.”

It made me think about the reason I write, the reason I have started writing a memoir, the reason I blog.

At various points in my life, I have been lonely, very lonely. I have felt very alone.

I am a storyteller. That must be it.

(Tangent …while we’re talking about writing, can I take a moment to ask what the heck is going on with the English language. People making up words. For words that already exist? Have you heard “on accident”? “Oh, I did that on accident.” What is that even? In my world, the phrase is “by accident”. Grammarly even says so. And yet I have heard that on the air and in conversation. The worst I heard the other day… “it was informationable” – I googled it and apparently it IS a real word. But it was used in the context of being “informative”. Call me a writing snob. I can’t help cringing.)

OK, I’m back on track. Loneliness, telling my story to share experiences. If there is one quiet girl out there who doesn’t know where she belongs, who strives to be good enough as she is continually pushed beyond her comfort zone. Who carries scars from bullying and the weight of self-perceived underachievement buried under an outward successful persona.

If she reads my writing and sees herself in my story, then my writing will be worth it.

What drives you to write?

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