Storytelling

My interest in writing came from my love of listening to stories and telling them. My grandmother and her sisters, then my mother always fed me with stories every night in a decade where the only entertainment was the radio.

I listened to made-up stories, folktales, movie stories, and stories about my father growing up. I still remember a night-out during a trip, one of my mum’s cousin started telling us ghost stories. All of the good stuff must have rubbed off because I started telling stories when I was 10 or 11.

I had a huge fan following amongst my younger cousins – bless the days when holidays were spent in each other’s homes for a week or more.

I perhaps stopped because life interrupted my telling. School, college, work and growing up meant very little time with nieces and nephews.

When I started teaching creative writing, I got another eager audience and I started to tell a story a week after class. They were all ghost stories as Singapore is so much into that genre.

But in front of an audience, I almost always chicken out. Though I love making jokes, noises and voices, I have turned into an adult who can’t goof around.

So this month I joined the Storytelling Circle in London. I’m going to beat my fears with training, learning and a lot of practice.

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