STORY OF THE WEEK
Shimmerier
Inner Sparker Tammyanka Francis
S.O.W. WHAT?! The Sun Will Rise Again (The “Bad” Is Also Good)
S.O.W. What?! Double Runs
S.O.W. What?! Kitty In A Box — Quick Onset Technology Withdrawal Syndrome — From Astrid Jirka
S.O.W. What?! Not According To Plan — From Amy Mason
S.O.W. What?! Love Tea and The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys
S.O.W. What?! Who Can Help Me Navigate The Mess We’re In?
Amy Mason, Sparker Extraordinaire, has been sending in a SOW almost every week for a while. She also put together the very helpful “How To Craft a Powerful Story Of the Week Guide,” which we are posting today.
S.O.W. What?! Shifting Your Perspective
A number of really strong SOWs are flowing in to the Sparks Center each week. Ahead of launching the “S.O.W. What?” podcast, we want to post a bunch and hear what you think about listening to each other’s Stories Of The Week. Here is one from Astrid Jirka about playfulness and shifting your perspective.
Shimmering Possibilities: How To Choose Your S.O.W. Title
Here are the (lucky) 13 possible titles that came to my awareness during the course of my life in the past seven days. I am mulling over them at this hour to select one for this week’s Story Of the Week.
Hint: I do NOT choose the “catchiest phrase” for my S.O.W. I choose the title that I think can best connect two or more of the significant developments from my week that I want to remember. Once I have put together the Significant Developments with a fitting title, I get clear on my Big Juicy Question relating to that and I note two or three moments of GLEE and one moment of Story Material. Then I press record.
Love Tea
I Want to Eat Your Skin Like A Raw Almond
Pizza Is The Gateway Drug
Dangerous Driving This Weekend
The Noodle Queen
Bed in a Box
I’m On Fire In at Least One Arena
I Long to Pamper You and Your People
Bums Live From Slice To Slice
Chilled Mug
You Should Consider Steel Socks
There is No Such Thing As Too Much Honey
Fresh Breath Through Pickle
Speaking of “thirteen” on Friday the 13th …
Little known fact: my mom sang in a twelve woman a cappella ensemble known as the “Triskaidekaphobians.”