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Friday, September 12, 2003
Stress
I have been feeling stressed out nearly all week. And most of it I have pointed towards Newspaper.
At first I had a pretty nice and easy story about a teacher that won an award.
Then Colin, my Entertaiment Editor, ripped up the green paper I had that had the story all plotted out on it. He ripped it right in half, threw it away, got me a new sheet, and said I was to do a story on DDR Freaks, meaning Dance Dance Revolution.
I had a couple of sources that people had given me, people that I do not know, of course. Then Colin told me Danae (yes, the one I had done my column around) was big into it.
So today I finally got up and interviewed her. The interview was horrible. I had lost my questions, so I had to wing it. Not that te questions would've helped me much at all anyways.
I got about five minutes of some good notes which were still horrible, then she went off and tried to play Flash Flash Revolution. It did not work so then she left. As she left I told her again that I needed to set up to meet her at the Raging Rivers' arcade and get some pictures there, since it is the only place that we have a DDR machine here.
So basically I don't know at all how in the world I am going to make this story work.
In general I just hate the reporting process, and it doesn't feel like it's for me. I also think I am terrible at it.
I'd rather just sit in Newspaper chucking out a column a day or something. It's the only thing that I consider any fun and that I could see myself doing every day as a career.
I definitely couldn't stand having to interview people that I otherwise could care less about and writing stories about them that I otherwise could careless about. It's selfish, but it's true.
When I am writing for myself it is so much easier, so much more interesting, so much more powerful, and so much more better in my opinion. Writing for someone else's doing whatever I find boring mostly. I find that I am timid at using words and using narrative that probably isn't true, and that also is true.
Not that I don't write for the reader..but it's definitely not them I always have in my mind when I sit down and just clamor away at making something. Ah well.
It has been a really stressful week. Homework nearly every day. The demand of school. The demand of my parents. The demand of other things. The mental stuff.
But I've kept fine this week mostly. It's just that I am an easy going person. I don't like to be forced to do things when I could careless about doing them...
Ah well.
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