Into the fray
You know those moments where your brain starts narrating a story in your head, typing words into your skull? Like last week, rebuilding the backyard fence with my dad, working with hammer and nail, muddy boots slogging through fresh dirt. Lightning flaring overhead, with an odd patch of clear sky to the west. There was hail. Lots of it, coming down in an angry stream. Above us, the line of fir trees giving some shelter from the hail. Finally a use for those trees, trees which had given us nothing but grief as we tried to burrow through root structures and set fence posts a week earlier.
I don't know how to write stuff like this. And so I leave it unsaid, until it builds up and I have to jot it down on my weblog.
That desire to write has been festering in me for a while now. It looks like I'll be getting a chance to put it to work in the near future. Tuesday, I fly down to Hollister, California, home of the Hollister Free Lance. The week after, I fly to Bentonville, Arkansas, to visit with the people of the Benton County Daily Record. I don't know which paper will hire me, or which paper I'll be accepting a job from if both of them want my byline.
Assuming all goes well, it looks like I'll be making a move in early May. Which is good, because fence building projects aren't bad part-time work, but they aren't quite as interesting as a riveting city council meeting or a story on utility tax increases.
posted by -Brook at 12:28 AM
6 Comments:
Thanks for everyone who left comments on my last two posts. I read all of them, and I really value the opinions. Sorry it took so long to get this entry. Anyway, here's the new one, so have at it!
yay. do they have woven wheats in arkansas?
I hope so. Kroger, father of Fred Meyer, prolly carries them. Last week when I talked to Arkansas, they had to hang up because there was a tornado forming overhead. Luckily, it didn't touch down in the town. (the editor told me later there's some legend about old indian burial grounds protecting bentonville from tornados.)
I'd be happy to welcome you to the country-fied appendix south of Silicon Valley... and it would be a damn sight better than moving to the Lion's Den (the home of Wal-Mart coprorate headquarters).
Oh, yeah, perhaps I could have mentioned Wal-Mart makes its home in Bentonville. I won't say anything nasty about Wal-Mart, in case that's the job I take, but you notice I'm not applying to wear the blue vest or the smiley face, either.
Yo, I don't know if you thought about it yet, but if you go to Arkansas, you will legally be allowed to date 13 year olds. Oh, and first cousins, but only if they are at least 13 years old.
Good to see you working again.
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