It hit me as I was writing a radio story this week. I was writing looong descriptive paragraphs like a print reporter. I'd forgotten to gather the background sound I needed -- thank goodness Chad remembered. My tape was pushing me around (there's nothing worse than having to do all sorts of verbal backflips to make the tape fit into the story). I felt like a beginner all over again. It was scary, but mostly in a good way, and better than being thoroughly bored with myself.
How long does it last, though, I wonder?
And now here's a picture of some kids playing on a fire truck at the refugee camp in Sidoarjo.
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