I’m headed to Deep Creek Maryland in a couple hours. There are a few things I like about this. First, I don’t know where Deep Creek is; my very good friend Harrison is driving us there and there’s something very great about not knowing where one is. Or, rather, it is good not to need to know where one is. I’m hardly working this summer, what with my internship being only two days a week at the office and a couple out at events, but I’m still getting the burnt-out sensation that takes me every time I do something I don’t want to do for longer than a couple months.
That’s the other sensation I’m struggling with right now. I legitimately do not like my internship at the City Paper. When I’m in the office, my job is essentially transferring information from 200-word press releases to 100-word “Come see this!” listings. Out of the office, I have to go to events that I have very little interest in, and then interview people who have very little interest in me. It’s something I’m not sure my editors understand, that after events (concerts, shows, receptions, etc.) people who are just spectators don’t really want to talk to reporters for more than thirty seconds, and I have to get at least three minutes from them.
So the best conclusion I can come to is that journalism is really my bag. And that’s fine. I don’t need to be a journalist to be a writer, and I certainly do plan on continuing to write. I’ve been working on fiction this summer and I feel like the no-deadline, low-stress writing I do when I don’t need it to be seen anywhere is probably my best. That’s good enough for me, for now.
Now I’m going to go back to watching Robert Downey Jr. build the Iron Man suit in a cave!… from a bunch of scraps!