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Storytelling

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Transcript of Storytelling

Goal Three
Raven Lenore Poe
Hannah Sirk
Mentor: Crag Hill
Faculty Adviser: Ms. Calvert
Storytelling
“Someone needs to tell those tales. When the battles are fought and won and lost, when the pirates find their treasures and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of Lapsang souchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping narrative. There's magic in that. It's in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift.
― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus
Goals
Goal 1. Write and analyze short stories
Goal 2. Research the effects of technology on literature
Goal 3. Create a fictional video blog
Lilah's Legacy
Mom
Delilah
Videos
“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.”

― ~Lemony Snicket.
Dad
Script
Dialogue
Actions
Length
Filming
Lighting
Conversion
Editing
Costume
Goal Two
One
Goal
Acknowledgments
Works Cited
Butler, Robert Olen. From Where you Dream: The Process of Writing Fiction. Grove Press. New York. 2005: 1-267. Book.

Carver, Raymond. “Why Don’t You Dance?” The Paris Review. 1978. Short story.

Hill, Crag. 2013. Personal Interviews.

Jonker, Travis. “Social Media’s Best Kept Secret.” School Library Journal. Vol. 59, issue 1.
January 2013. Web.

Kirtz, Bill. “NY Times’ Abramson: ‘Long-form narrative is not only alive but dancing to
new music.” New York Times. New York Times, 5 May 2011.Web.

Marquez, Gabriel. “The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World.” Leaf Storm. 1979.
Book.

Moore Linda. :”Making short stories from bits and pieces.” Writer [serial online]. August

2012;125(8):28-29. Available from: Academic Search Premier, Ipswich, MA. Accessed March 19, 2013.

Parolini, Stephen. “Light.” Wordpress. 2011. Blog.

Raab, Ralph. “Books and Literacy in the digital Age.” American Libraries. Vol. 41, Issue 8. August 2010. Web.

Updike, John. “Should Wizard Hit Mommy?” Modern Fiction Studies. 1974. Short Story.
Writing
Ms. Wissner
Mr. Hill
Ms. Calvert
My Friends
My Parents
Holding Cell
Good flashback
Pacing needs to be slowed
Twist ending
The Other Piece
My favorite piece
The flow in one area needs work
Love the beginning
My head pounded. I could feel that at least. It was an odd sort of pressure – similar to what I imagine a balloon might feel like while being blown up – if a balloon had any such feelings at all. My head didn’t have enough room to contain all of it and I feared a burst was probable if not inevitable at this point. A similar ache blossomed from the center of my stomach, reminiscent of nausea but not quite that far down on the spectrum. It began around my belly button and twisted and twirled dancing like vines whilst infecting everything in its path. It was a black feeling. Empty and overcrowded all at once.
But then there was the rest of my body – I forgot its existence sometimes. Lately I seemed to be just floating along – aware but not connected. What a terrible feeling it was, to be so vastly conscious of a mind too full to capture thought, and a heart too timid to beat loudly in fear that any change in rhythm would throw off the balance and send the already precarious circumstances into a spiraling death spin. A fog had descended upon this capsule, this room, this entire damn town. It began creeping in the corners the day that letter came and had continued its mission to seep into every last good thing left in this place. T’was a very determined thing, that fog.
Rose By Any Other Name
Too much dialogue
Difficult to write
A scene from a larger piece
Not happy with it
What I learned
I over think things and like to plan long narratives
Technology and Literature
Doomsayers
Reading
Writing
Opinion
Books and those who make them are not going anywhere.
Why ELI?
Busy schedule
Creative funk.
Focus on writing
Impact of social media on stories.
Conclusion
Right mindset
Ixnay the short story
Procrastination kills
A lot of fun, a lot of stress
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