I can complain about interviewing people. I can gripe about not being able to connect and contact them when I'm available and ready to take notes. I can grit my teeth and wring my hands in anticipation of my failed questions. I can slump in my chair when I scribble pages of notes that flow thoughtlessly out onto the paper in a flurry of imagined inspiration, and then crumple it up in anguish when I read over my words. I can complain that understanding is limited to only those who have experienced similar. I can curse.
But I won't.
Even on hectic days like today, working one job for 9 hours, then off to the second job for almost four hours, and i still find time to interview a director of public relations, a congressman's press secretary, make plans for two newspaper photo shoots this weekend, two campus school representatives, and make a few phone calls between jobs.
My culmination of stress from the week seems to wash away in a Thursday evening of attempted relaxation. It feels nice to be able to meet a deadline, even if i haven't turned in a story yet. Having the information on hand to complete my story is relief enough from the weight on my shoulders.
The sunset was so beautiful today, driving towards Northridge. The sky was a perfect brilliant blue, traced by wind-separated clouds covering the blinding red sun, and creating a line between the sky and the colors of the sunset. I searched around for my camera, but had left it in the trunk. I studied the sun as I sped along the freeway. I had to remember that sunset, because there was something different about it. I had to remember it.
