HOW DO YOU TELL YOUR STORY?

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            How do you tell your story?

 
                                  By

                   E PLUS The Storyteller
Knowledge will give you exposure

 Wisdom will give you insight

 Understanding will give you foresight

 Curiousity will lead you to all..

 As a Creative Writing Skills, Visual Art, Blogging, Voice-over, and Storytelling Coach and a psycholinguist, my discoveries about  how people perceive information is quite an eye opener. There are different categories of people who use information differently.

 Category A use information as an escape route for survival..

 Category B,  use information as a tool for power and influence,

 Category C, use information as a Status marker.

 Category D, use information to satisfy their inquisitive disposition.

 Question: Where are the meeting points?

                   When do we bridge the gap between useful information and potentially toxic information?

         How much of your mind are you exposing to information that would contribute to the stories that would count for advancing a course or goal?

 We all have stories to tell

 We all have ideas to share

 Whether you are telling a personal story, or giving a narration on a subject or course, what counts ultimately is to mark the punchlines that would add up to holding the centre, as we build the bigger picture of hope for the future. Messages become invaluable, when the message speaks volumes, from one generation to another.

 What's your story?

 What's your idea?

 What's your narrative?

 I am E PLUS The Storyteller.

 Remember, Inspiration is the bedrock of Creativity, you can explore yours, today.

 To enrol for E PLUS The Storyteller Creative Writing Skills, Visual Art Communication, Blogging, Voice Over and Storytelling Course..
Let's talk on 07081536821.

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