"I must say that you really have a good eye for photography. However, even though the pictures are very good, it is like a first draft of a story. In other words it needs some work to put a better effect into it. They deserve more of a mood than is permitted by most lighting situations. Since I have no life to speak of, and since I enjoy doing things like this, I took the time to play with yours. I mean your photographs! I hope that you like the way they look."
On a different subject you said in your blog recently “ Oops, I messed up. I don't know how something political got on this blog. Went to work, put pants on, etc.” It seems to me that you got the pants thing a little out of sequence. Still, I like the concept. It must be a real hoot working for you. I might park outside the office just to see for myself if it is true! ( : - ) >
Or, you could always send a resume...
Funny, but I can partially believe it. Some of us journalists are secretly shy but our need to write about things or expose them forces us to take up the profession. Even though I was a full-time reporter for five years, I often secretly hesitated before having to call people or ask questions. I remember the first time I had to ask questions of random people. I was in eighth grade when I took a summer journalism workshop (yes, I know it's nerdy) at Brookdale Community College in Lincroft, NJ. Our task was to put together a newspaper over two weeks and give it out at Sandy Hook beach. There were some great kids in that workshop - I wonder what they're doing today. Anyway, we had to write stories about the beach, and my assignment was to interview the toll collectors. I knew that I should get a few comments about the tolls by walking up to random beach-goers, too, and that I could get away without doing it but that it would probably strengthen the story if I did it. I remember saying to myself, "Well, if you choose to be a reporter someday, this is what you're going to have to do." So I made myself walk up to strangers on the beach and asked them how they felt about the beach tolls, and they were very nice. (It would take a hardhearted person to be mean to a shy 14-year-old with a notebook.) I still call people all day and do things in public like have book readings and co-host trivia, but it doesn't mean I don't sometimes have to force myself.
In the past week, one person has complained about the repetition in this blog, and another said it would be funnier if it was only "Woke up, got dressed..." every single day, which it actually used to be. The reason I don't do a full-fledged blog is that I'm doing too much other creative writing I don't want to take away from, and if I have an idea I want to use in a future book, I don't want to spoil it by putting it in more raw form here. But I may sometimes want to talk here anyway.
Anyway, I just added to my website excerpts from people's comments about my novel on their blogs and livejournals. Some of them are funny. I'm happy with the fact that it encouraged a girl to listen to her favorite music and jump around her room, basically reminding her to engage in the simple pleasures now and then. See - its influence is positive; it's not going to cause someone to blow up all her stuff in the microwave like Hard Harry's show in Pump Up the Volume.
Trivia funny answer d'jour: Last night, my co-host, Eric, asked what Robin's secret identity was. One of the teams answered, "Batman's b--ch." Not telling us anything we didn't already know, but still funny to read out loud. Oh, former co-host (and founder) Dawn's team won this week (and no, it is not fixed!)
On the way home I noticed that I hardly ever see bumper stickers on cars anymore. Is it because everyone's wealthy and has new cars and doesn't want to mess them up, or are bumper stickers just too retro?
Piggott has always had citizens who are interested in progress and who want the best for the youth of the town.