I feel like there’s a slim possibility that I may be a natural storyteller, but I’m definitely not a natural writer, screenwriter, or director. I always feel like the story exists on its own, and then I clumsily cram it inside the format. So for me it’s a bit like asking, which feels more natural? flip-flops, loafers, or work-boots? None of them feel like bare-feet.
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I did a reading at the Big Chill music festival in 2004. They had a big tent off to the side where they were doing “other media” events, a couple of which were literary readings. But the punters had sussed this out and decided to use it as a huge crash-out area where they could catch up on some sleep, undisturbed by the non-music going on up on stage. That was an interesting challenge.
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