I’ve been searching for the secret to a good story since I was a teenager. I’m not talking about a monotonous verbal narrative that recites, “And she was like, and I was like, and she goes, and I go.”
Have you ever experienced that moment when conversation is elevated to an art? The story teller hones in on the emotions of his or her audience, pausing, diving in, building tension, throwing in a brief aside that foreshadows the punchline, and bringing down the house with true-to-life details. Only a few people I know have that talent.
Perhaps some of them are naturals; instinctively finding their breath, tempo, and measure of words. I have to practice. I find my emphasis by trial and error— watching my audience to gauge whether I’m providing too much detail, or not enough. Am I rushing the ending, or letting it be carried by the momentum of mirth?With practice, it is taking me fewer re-tellings, and some bits come verbatim, the way a comedian will recite a familiar schtick upon request.
But, the success of a story still depends on the audience. And that’s the lovely thing about stories. A story is an exchange between teller and hearer, and both sides have to participate for the magic to happen.
I was just thinking about a recent story someone told me about taking a road trip across the country, from the Midwest, out west, and how they stopped to see a prairie dog town. The locals told them, “Oh, yeah, go over to the Wal-mart. Right next to it is the prairie dog town.” As she told the story, she was adding details to increase our interest, describing the hundreds of prairie dogs poking their heads up all over the place right next to the Wal-mart, and they parked the van, and the kids were so excited. And then she reached the climax–her son flung the minivan door open and shouted, “Prairie dogs!!” Just then, a cooler that was held in place by the door tumbled over and a dozen pop cans clanged together and rolled away and all those prairie dogs disappeared, like they’d been suctioned underground. And not a single one popped up for the 20 minutes they sat around in the parking lot (after cleaning up the cans) waiting for one to reappear.
Anyway, that story was so well told, I can hear the whole thing in my head, clear as day. Great storytelling ability….timing, tone, details, and knowing how to hold attention to make it to the climax.
It does take practice, I think, in person and on paper.
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Storytelling does take practice. I’ve thought a lot about creating tension on a page, but never connected that with how we sometimes do that naturally when we’re feeding off a live audience.
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Ann Kroeker, above in your comment box, is a terrific storyteller. Me? I have to give a story a lot of thought before I can deliver.
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Thanks! Nice to meet you as well 🙂
Funny I read this today, I have been thinking about that a lot myself lately. I love to write. On paper (Or computer screen) I love to play with words! I love to make a story come to life..
Though in words I often struggle, sometimes I can’t find the right words to say. Sometimes I get nervous talking around other people in a shy type fashion especially when I trip on my words. Usually because I am thinking faster then my mouth can keep up with. It’s a problem..
I love listening to cretin people talk, I love how they can take a simple telling of a simple trip to Walmart and make it so interesting…
I love that people were gifted with the art of story telling. It just amazes me. I do find myself studying good talkers more trying to figure out exactly how they can bring life to something so easily and so well!
I love being a listener too and someday maybe I’ll be able to learn the art of good story telling off of paper.
Thanks for writing this Jessi!
It was great!
Thanks, Jacquie! I’ve added your blog to my google reader. I’m looking forward to reading some of your stories 🙂