How to save a life? Today is patience. Or possibly leaving the newsroom. Kind of like that song by The Fray. Only not.
Today I picked up two stories. Probably a big mistake, although the first one about Boone County Fair wasn’t so bad.
This other store about little free libraries is actually really interesting to me. I had no problems in contacting people or writing the story and they answered on the first call for AC’s so I should have known that editing was going to be where the problem in this article would lie.
Or lack of editing, should I say.
I finished the ac’s just a few minutes after the ACE stepped out for dinner and hasn’t been back for almost an hour now. And hasn’t responded to my text.
Do I leave so I don’t go crazy and kill someone?
Someone teach me patience or zen skills or something. Must. Be. Bigger. Than. Hunger. And. Frustration.
Yesterday I covered a meeting about a new CVS that wants to open up downtown, which would demolish three old buildings. One of these building currently houses McAdams’ Ltd. Fine Jewelry. It felt to me like a classic part of history, where big corporations shut down smaller local businesses. To further play into the stereotype the man representing CVS was a lawyer wearing a business suit who introduced himself with a firm handshake and a business card. He even answered a question with, “I know, but I’m not allowed to say.”
Like hello big bad stereotype coming to demolish the building that houses the local store owned by an older woman, which has been in business for 40 years. I felt like I was helping to play a role in the pre-Wall-E era, or if not playing a role, just sitting by and watching it happen.
After the meeting, the lawyer was fine with talking to me, but the owner of the shop said she didn’t want to be quoted in the paper and just wanted to go about this quietly.
I went back to the newsroom and used what I had to write up a story. Since she was at a public meeting, I could use her quotes from there.
As I walked out of the newsroom afterwards though, I wondered if I had just lost her chance at winning this fight she was silently preparing. I felt bad about it. I guess there’s nothing I can really do about it though, except hope that more awareness about the situation actually helps her cause rather than hurt it.
I personally am only concerned because I’m a horrible driver and I hate hate hate traffic restrictions that don’t let you turn left because they really only should be in use during peak traffic times, but half the time I run to a store like that it’s at weird times in the day, when making a left would be completely fine.
Overall, I’m satisfied with the story, and I think it was one of my best at the Missourian yet. Next up: Boone County Fair stories!
I did a story with hardly any editing (read like almost none) and John made approving grunts as he kept reading and then said it was really good and he liked it! I am not a failure whoop whoop.
The story was about the city council using Google Hangouts and I interviewed a man from the city and someone who I used to do improv with, but is now just a Google + hotshot. He’s even on Google’s list of suggested users with almost 400,000 followers. Stories sure are made easy with a wide network, staying friends with people is some of the best advice I ever got.
The Twinkie story I’m working on though, surprisingly took more work, but is way worse. I definitely struggle with reporting things a lot of other people are reporting, too. I feel like I was almost Twinkied out before I even wrote the story. But it will be alright I think, just have a short “shelf-life” as John punned.
Now just to start working on Welcome Back projects and editing our Multimedia project… but in other news only 24 more days left (correct me if I’m wrong) of this class. Whoda thunk?
I spent my summer paying parking meters, burning the backs of my legs on my car’s leather seats and waiting for people to call me back.