So, I’ve been working on a story for the entire semester, and it’s supposed to be, you know, good. But investigating stories and looking for gold have a lot in common.
There is a level of perseverance required beyond easy answers and soft sources. While ‘panning’ through sources, most of them are just silt, lining the river bed so the flow of daily life moves smoothly enough. Those flakes of gold I do find can inspire an unmeasured response to something that really is just a fleck.
Worse yet, and this is what I did, you can pick up this bolder of fool’s gold, melt it into a hat and parade around yellin’, looky what I found! I look like the very material I’m wearing. My hat becomes cumbersome and worthless.
The memory of that hat, and the short time when I thought I had some real fancy gold to show off creates a false sense of accomplishment that only admission and humility can repair.
Obviously, I’m not sharing what the story is just yet. I’d hate to have the off chance of luck that someone I want to interview googles the terms I would have put in this post and then can read about the very fool reporter who wants to come in and interview them. No thanks.
When an entire semester rests upon the weight of one story, the days are a little too short.
It’s due Thursday, and I can tell you that isn’t a likely reality with now 2 sources unable to interview until Friday.
Disparity? Oh no, I found enough flecks to melt down into something of a fashionable ring. Just, my skepticism on fool’s gold has grown %1000. I should be thankful it happened in a college setting.
If there is a power out there that can help me… someone summon it now.
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