My Live Storytelling Journey

At the Grownup Storytellers’ Table

First Moth Grand Slam in the Books

I had won a Moth Story Slam, I reminded myself, and had just as much right to be at this Grand Slam as the others. But sitting backstage reading their bios, I began to drown in a wave of self-doubt.

I had gone into my first Story Slam with no other expectation than simply surviving. And, incredibly, I won! But beginners’ luck comes with a price.

Sleepless nights preceded my second slam. Was it because I felt less sure of the story? Or because I told myself I must win again? All I know is that I enjoyed the experience much less.

My third time on the Atlanta Moth stage threw me some curveballs. I had to go first, the worst position. Then I was told to start over but the timekeeper didn’t restart the time, so I had to rush the ending of one of my favorite stories. It felt like failing an old friend.

I wanted to rewind my feelings, to approach this Grand Slam as I had my first Moth experience — as a fun learning opportunity and nothing more.

The Moth offers coaching for Grand Slams and it was a delightful phone call. The coach’s insight was astonishing. She listened carefully and pinpointed what needed punching up. If I had feedback…