I’m in the middle of a 14 day work shift. I’m having the kind of month that I just know I won’t survive without my daily attitude adjustment, double shots of Emergen-C and quick intervals of yoga stretches (if I drank coffee I’d be on a caffeine drip).
I had to participate in a 4 day trade show and if you’ve ever exhibited at one of these long 12 hour day trade shows you have an idea of how I’m feeling. Knackered.
Of course my way of getting through any event or function is to connect with people because not only do I like people but I also like their stories. Stories energize me.
How do you stay energized in stressful situations?
I have never had a problem with getting people to tell me their stories. Of course whether their stories are true or false I wouldn’t know and I’m not sure it actually matters. I don’t intend to write biographies but I do intend to steal elements of their stories.
Does that make me a bad person? :D
Which makes me wonder. What is the purpose or intention behind the story-writing? Do we write because we are collectors and memory-keepers or futurists and mirrors? Perhaps, all of these?
Over the course of the last few days I have met a man who survived a grizzly bear attack and wears a bear claw to prove it; another man whose father saved a few hundred Polish Jews from Hitler’s invading army (in such an ingenious manner that I can’t believe more decent people didn’t think of it); a young woman who raised all five of her younger siblings on her own and a man who while out hunting for deer was himself hunted by a pack of wolves.
You can imagine how all this has the writer in me buzzing with excitement. I can’t wait to get a day or two off so I can start planning another batch of short stories despite having to work on two others that require extensive ‘tweaking’.
How do stories wing their way to you?