Listen well to me, and what I say. Blight and bounty flow from my fingertips. Civilizations rise and fall at my bidding. The great Titans of ancient worlds come and go at my beck and call. Countless lives, unnumbered generations, their existence hinges on a flick of my tongue, a stroke of my pen. A single well placed syllable. Listen well to my words, for they have painted galaxies. I am a storyteller.
I'd expect that kind of an answer from myself on the writing part.
But how do you verbally tell a story without getting the details all scrambled in a horrific, cringeworthy mess?