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Showing posts with label Charles Dickens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charles Dickens. Show all posts
Note to Self: It's the Story, Stupid!
Recently I've been asking myself this vital question: am I a writer? or a storyteller? I think the answer at this point is writer. I want to be a storyteller. But primarily, I want to be both. Not all authors are.
Let's face it. Some of the best storytellers in the English language were deplorable writers. Charles Dickens could not structure a sentence properly to save his life. As an editor, I writhe in agony reading his grammar. I marvel that he got away with structuring his story arcs as he did, writing for periodicals notwithstanding. But, as a storyteller, he was second to none. He knew how to captivate, to compel, to reach into a person's gut, grab hold and twist—and leave them begging for more.
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