Alright, using a quick recap. I have five children-- technically.
Megan is my oldest daughter and she has a two year old son (Alex) he's one of the womb warped twins.
Rebecca, my next oldest daughter, is Tory's birth mother (Tory is the other half of the womb warped twins).
Hope is my sixteen year old super girl (she's graduated and taking a CNA class because she decided it was the first step she could take to becoming a nurse-midwife. She has been working somewhere between twenty-thirty hours a week for the last seven months since she got her first job literally two weeks after she turned sixteen, and all this time she has been battling an illness that sends her to bed for days at a time. She still always has a smile and kind words for everyone and works on her dreams no matter what's going on with her health 99% of the time-- that all qualifies her for super girl).
Peter is my only son. He is twelve and has battled with learning disabilities and handicaps all his life. He's my conqueror like Alexander the Great. Our battle this summer was restoring his sight from almost blind in his left eye to almost normal sight and correctable with glasses. He's my almost super boy because he has had so much to overcome in his twelve years-- but his almost teenage attitudes don't quite get him there YET. We keep working out 'tude problems, so hopefully he'll get to super boy status!
Then there is Tory, who we adopted when she was almost a year old-- She's my Joy girl plain and simple. Like her beloved 'Aunt Hopee' she always has an easy smile!
So these are my story providers for the most part. These are the real live characters in my ongoing life story.
Tory will have a smaller part because she is still so small-- Just don't let size fool you; she is pint-size energy and attitude! She keeps us all hopping and laughing.
Now, Megan is my super great writer person. She is the most awesome editor! She's the one that can take my story and add incredible dazzle without changing my story except to make it more interesting by a million! She is also a publicist extraordinaire and the person you definitely want to go to if you are trying to navigate social media and websites, or the internet in general. But by her own admission she is not a storyteller. She can write stellar articles and she can take what I see and write down the details I have in my brain better than anyone I know, but she doesn't have that filter thing for stories. She was the first person to give me a glimpse of the difference between writing and storytelling.
Rebecca is my picture writer. She draws out her inner world, and journals by drawing and painting. I can tell her what I see and she can draw it out in a picture, and she can help others to see her reality even if they do not like it. She can even draw emotion and you really do feel it. She is the person that drew the cover for The Key to Her Heart. Simply put, she is incredibly talented. I am not even close! But I am not an artist by any stretch of the imagination. Drawing a decent stick figure is difficult for me. Telling a story is not her thing though.
Hope is my researcher, tender heart, and goto person for anything to do with natural health, vitamins, and believe it or not copy center things. She is an absolute miracle worker with children. She seriously thought she was going to be a teacher until she spent time in a classroom as a volunteer. It wasn't the children that made her change her mind, but the district politics she got first hand introduction to. She is my detail person where personality comes to. She can read a person quicker and more discreetly than anyone I know. She pulls together what they say with their body language, and what she knows about them innately without too much thought, and she's darn close to a 100% correct. She is becoming more of a speaker than either a storyteller or writer, though she can do both.
Peter is my storyteller. He can spin a story about anything or anyone and, unlike me, has not a bone of shyness. He is able to tell you all about it as if it happened. In fact the first few times you hear one of his tales you will be shocked to find that most details came from his imagination (some would say overactive imagination). He is fun to listen to and has captivated our whole neighborhood. They love to listen to him and he loves the attention his gift brings to him. The only problem with it is he tends to embellish even real events, and change the facts of things he doesn't want you to find out about. Yes, though it tends to be getting better now that he has faced a few consequences, he does lie. I am trying to teach him to write so he has a place to take his stories. Some of them are incredibly good. He also likes it when I read him things like the Chronicles of Narnia and stories from a book of heroes that I've had for all my children. He loves it when I help him write down history details and let him embellish what he's learned to his hearts content. He will tell me that Charlemagne wanted his grandfather's kingdom, and was glad when he became the sole ruler. Adjective, adverbs, and prepositional phrases are his best friends not because he loves English or writing, but because they give him a way to describe what he gets inside of him naturally. I expect as he gets more comfortable with reading and writing he will be more of a writer as I am, but I don't know with his propensity to tell his stories where ever we are he could be some kind of speaker-- an attorney, a priest, a salesman-- I don't know. He is a storyteller, and that seems to be his strongest gifting.
In alot of ways Meg and I are alike. We are both writers and really have fun with the writing process. But in many more ways Peter and I are identical. Seeing the world through eyes that view through details and telling an altered form to an audience seems to drive both of us internally and gives great pleasure. Rebecca gets that kind of joy from drawing her world. Megan gets that kind of enjoyment from singing. Tory and Hope both seem to derive pleasure from the smiles they receive from others or helping people. Tory though we will have to see where her giftings are as she gets older. Maybe I'll have another storyteller-- you never know.
So that's the whole thought process I had with the differences between being a writer and a storyteller, and I hope my descriptions and opinions did not offend. In the process I guess you really got a way too deep analysis of my life-- or maybe just the story!
Keep reading (even when I get like this) please! This is Cat out.
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