I have to confess: I'm starting to feel the pressure. This past week, I was working on two stories at once. And I could definitely tell the difference between the stories.
As an ignoramus, I thought that I was supposed to love every article I wrote. Not the case. I love writing. I don't always love what I have to talk about.
So I write well to write well. I write well to report the necessary information, and I write well (or try to) for a good grade in my class.
That's what I did for my Marc Ellis paper--my first story this week. I wrote a news story, and I did my best to write it well, though I hated it in the end. I was majorly interested in the topic, but when it was done it was done and that was that.
But I feel a different pressure now. Because I have TONS of information right here. I could right a book on this guy. And to be honest, I want to. But I'm limited to 1500 words or less.
1500. 1-5-0-0.
The weirdest part of this is the new kind of pressure I feel. Yes, I'm writing about news. Randy Pierce is in the news. But I want to write this well not for a grade and not to do his story justice (because every one else has already done that) but because he and his mission deserve my very best.
The pressure's on because I know I can't deliver the way I want to. Because his message and his acceptance and his drive are so strong. How could I ever write a story that could truly let the public university know how amazing Randy Pierce is?
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