Life On the Run-Again

I drove down a long road to nowhere, darkness my only companion on this lonely summer night. I rolled the window down letting the warm, languid air engulf me in its sweetness. I was running, I was taking flight-again. 1

Stories don't come to me so easily anymore, I lost my inspiration when I lost my heart. You'll have to bear with me somtimes, on account of that thought. I should start at the beginning, should start with an introduction to it all. That would be proper for the start of a story, wouldn't it? 2

Not long after college I began my career in a middle sized newspaper in Blackstone, Virginia. Of course being twenty-three and fresh from "the books" I was naive and believed everything everybody told me. All right, so that had nothing to do with being new to the corporate world, I've always been a trusting person, always tried to believe the best in people. Yeah, it's my downfall in life; I figured that out a long time ago. But you can't teach an old dog new tricks...or so it's been said. 3

I walked in the door the first day, excited-of course who wouldn't be at the prospect of a first real job in life? What would I do first? I had delusions of writing up aricles on mysterious murder scenes, people on top in the world, interest pieces on the locals. Anything but what I got stuck with.4

I was a "go-getter". I was lower down on the totem than the girl who makes copies all day. You would think that someone with a college degree, who had writing experience, and high credentials would get a job, and actually do what she'd set out to do in life. But no. Life is never that simple. Why had I thought any different?5