finding my way back to the story.

I am working on a one woman storytelling show about growing up blind. Thanks to the generous support of the Canada council for the Arts. I spent a few weeks madly creating, writing, reading, recording. It went along well and then stuck. Went along again and stuck. And stopped. I stepped back and spent time thinking about how I do things. How I find my way around, cook, read, know who someone is by their voice, steps, jingling of keys. Not that I will describe these things in depth but a few well chosen words will bring people into my world. So, last night, the story started calling me back again. So, back at it I go with fresh perspective. If anyone wants to find out more about my storytelling or book me as a teller, please contact me.