"Hi, Reisa. Talk about your procrastinators, I just now got around to reading your posting and just wanted to thank you for sharing your experience. I am in the process of setting up a home studio and appreciated your comments a lot. Will be checking…"
"Compos mentis? I've got you snowed, Odds.
Just stumbled on your post, mi amigo. I'm itching for a replay of our midnight philosophizing, especially in light of today's foray into the holy writ, where I discovered this gem:
"The best way to handle an interruption is one I never heard!
Several years ago I attended the Colonial Williamsburg Storytelling Festival. It was an windy autumn day that made the performance tents flap and boom. As I crossed the festival grounds a…"
Man, are we ever cranky! Dani must’ve rubbed off on us; yesterday she growled if anyone made a peep. We’re like caged tigers, trapped in a box without showers and bathrooms (and wifi). For a frustrating hour we hooked into the sporadic “free wifi” at Dunkin Donuts, which kept dropping our connection, and the kids haunted the Dunkin Donuts window like waifs hungry for a handout. Irritated we ordered everyone into the RV and drove to WalMart to pick up donuts (to pacify the savage beasts) and… Continue
Reflecting on this tour earlier this week I couldn't repress the sadness welling up inside. Something about being on the road, day after day, connects the soul with the spirits of those who passed before. I'm in Mackinaw City, Michigan after 7 weeks on the road. Just 5 left. My friend Mick O'Brien said "you'll cry at the end" and I suspect he's dead right. Those interested in following the journey can read and view updates… Continue
Crazy, but traveling across America has cultivated a different kind of storytelling: photography. Capturing the images and landscapes of this odyssey is bliss, especially for us visual thinkers. While the storytelling gigs are fairly sparse, we're scratching out a life on the road and loving it. Today we sit in North Dakota. Next week, Minnesota. Journal updates, with narrative and pics are available here.
Today, I sat quietly thinking about your bike journey. The chain whirring, tires singing on the pavement, the breath of fresh air in your face and the sun at your back. Meadowlark, mown hay, traffic and the quiet of your heart as you pedal. Running used to be the very thing that kept me sane and now I must run in my mind, I hope you have a safe journey and that you are more full of stories when you trip is finished than when you began.
Layne: It's interesting that just about the only items I use on the stage or during my telling performances is my Grandpa's Story Box. It's full of tales. Quite often I invite a listener to choose one of the stories; it could have a fox fur, a mining helmet, a carbide lantern, a deer antler, you name it, and then I tell it. The beauty of the "Storybox" is that it is bottomless. I've never been able to overfill it with all the stories I tell.
Layne, I'm sorry we are not on your route. I've checked out your website and am interested in what you do. My site will be up soon and I was wondering about having my stories on the site or just mention them on the site. I also would love to do some podcasting. Have you had much experience with that?