Why I Love Storytelling

You start out disinterested in the particulars–benthic algae and slight changes in red tide and total fish populations–wondering how these little changes matter in the world that exists under the sea, and when the juicy details will come, if ever. You remember how poorly you did in biology (and even worse in chemistry), though your teacher was a sweet softspoken man who loved samosas.

You dig past the scientific jargon and start to make sense of things. This subject is crucial to preventing oil spills and offshore drilling.

Still a bit unsure of yourself, you stress about the elements you can’t access. You don’t have a high definition underwater camera, and you’re telling a story about the bottom of the Gulf.

You spend hours navigating through a older version of Final Cut at school, cursing and sighing and coffee breaking until the point where you yourself might break. Then you go home,watch a few hours of bad reality television, and notice every different shot. Tortured, you try to sleep, but you hear your voice over on repeat.

After days and weeks like this, you make one last push. And magically, you’re done. Sort of. You’re never done.

And, two hours after submitting your final DVD, you find a gem of a story on the unlikeliest of subjects. You tell your source you’ll call soon to set up an interview, and when you’re supposed to be sunbathing on Pass a Grille beach, you’re busy dreaming up something big …

(My first video project ever below.)

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