A leaflet about storydwelling. Byenne is what’s left. After the storm. After the telling.
by Jay Springett @thejaymo.net
When you finish a good story…
Small world…
The best stories…
You can't steer it forever.
You hear the same story…
Some characters arrive…
If you dwell inside…
You don't fix a broken story…
What isn't told…
A strong container…
Not every story…
Every name
From the inside…
Being first…
A setting that contradicts itself…
You try to go back.
A world can break…
Sometimes the story
The best containers leave space…
The person shaping the story…
Some stories live on the surface.
You don't need to believe it…
Most containers weren't designed…
A world with no engine…
What the story says…
You can leave a story.
Narrative strategy informs
You don't have to believe it…
Some stories get left behind.
The same story…
Everything looks inevitable
Being the narrator…
You can feel when a world…
You know the name.
To dwell...
If the fans write it...
A setting doesn't need facts.
A story is just repeated.
The strategy isn't writing.
Good containers flex
The story doesn't need you.
Not all stories survive...
Every coherent world...
Sometimes the past changes...
There comes a point when the edge becomes a door.
To be in the story is to see...
Characters stay alive.
All stories are permissions.
The stories you grew up inside
Some stories close behind you.
You think you're writing a story.
A kind of loyalty.
Good strategy
Call a place its name
Some strategies fail..
Not every place tells its story out loud.
Old stories don't die.
Don't write the plot.
The story was told
If the shape isn't stewarded
It was never yours to begin.
If the stories coming back...
At some point, you stop telling the story.
Stories don't just happen.
A church holds many memories.
It doesn't need to be true.
There's always a moment
Tell the wrong story
Sometimes it's yours.
Worlds don't run on stories.
Not metaphor.
One story bleeds into another.
The setting was a proposal.
Some worlds attract stories.
You don't need to write it.
The story lives in your stride.
The next fiction
Tolkien wasn't joking.
It's not one voice.
The world was already talking.
You are already inside it.
World(views) create stories
My great-grandfather built a tower.
They write what they want.
It doesn’t work like fandom.
The street was called Lovelace.
The writer leaves. Another steps in.
I could explain more. But I signed things.
Someone, somewhere, is always working on the engine.
Not the story. The kind of story.
You look around.
Storydwelling is not a choosing.
I live Here.
It dances on the pulse of desire.
Fandom is chaos.
If you tell the story, you win.
Solarpunk, you say?
Everything turns on the engine.
The container comes first.
A note on Storydwelling
You look out.