I love the way Katherine Catmull writes about the creation of a story in her book “Summer and Bird,” as something growing inside the teller, all on its own.
Sometimes there is a seed in your heart. It might feel like a stone, or a bud ready to blossom. It might feel like a heavy little egg, and you have no idea what’s inside. It might feel like a hard, burning ember. No seed is the same. But if you let that seed, that feeling-sound, take root, it will grow. Sometimes it grows quickly, or sometimes very slowly… It could take months or even years to grow up through your throat and out your mouth. But when you finally speak it, the birds call that a heart song.