Apparently my reporter’s instincts are still in there somewhere.
Last night I was at a concert when the lights flickered out. There was a huge storm raging overhead and it killed the power for miles around. Luckily for us, the musicians were consummate professionals and just kept on playing, unplugged.
As I listened, I was composing a report in my head. So when I got home I wrote it and emailed it to the editor of the local paper.
I went out this morning to survey the storm damage and pick up my paper. I had the great pleasure of standing by my ruined tree and seeing my byline in the paper at the same time. Ha!
Now I wonder if I can call this an audition piece and get them to actually pay me to write for them in future?