I’m not sure if it’s all the coffee I’ve been drinking or something more natural, but I’ve been buzzing with energy these days. Pursuing stories with all these new tools is bringing fresh energy to my work as a journalist. As pesky as they are, these electronic gadgets bring you out into the world, away from your writing desk and computer screen. Here in an unlikely place, techie storytelling has brought me more fully into the world around me.

Maybe it’s simply the fact that I just don’t have the time to sit still. Reflection has become a luxury — like free hours, phone conversations with loved ones, homemade meals. This makes it difficult, as a writer, but electrifying as a multimedia journalist.

Then again, maybe it’s just the people we’re meeting. Nixa, for all its suburban stillness, has its share of voices not afraid to speak up.
Like Mary, a rural grandma who just signed up for Facebook. Like the Huskey family, patiently wading their way through the new issues technology has raised in their family of four. Or like Jackie and Cory, two 20-somethings who disagree about how technology should be used in church services.

I may need coffee to kick start my day, but I need moments with people like these to keep me going as a storyteller.
I’m finding that this type of work is the opposite of tourism. You don’t always get to spend time in the prettiest places. You don’t always get to eat well. Sleeping in is impossible, and you’re never without piles of tasks. The world around you pulls at you like a small child at the hem of a skirt, begging to be noticed.

But there seems to be a just reward for gumption. We’ve turned over numerous stones, and spent many wee hours lugging video cameras into town squares and church lobbies. Stories have a way of coming together, and out on a little patch of land called Canaan Bluffs Farm, there’s more than just a pot of coffee brewing.
