Sprouting

I knew this internship would plant little seeds along its way to try to make my writing more flowery and my words more fragrant and colorful. See? proof. Anyway, after trying three different ledes on a story about children's theater I leaned over my editor's desk. As she voiced her carefully phrased disdain for my still-not-pretty lede my leg clenched with frustration. Her point is that you must grab the readers by the balls in the first few words. Make them want more. I dont do foreplay well, I want to get right to it. I'm a news writer.
I tried to explain to my editor that I like being boring and I like telling people exactly what they need to know and turning a sheet of numbers into a story, but she laughed at me. Now I have to go talk to a man who raises homing/messenger pigeons.
I thought print journalism was black and white for a reason. According to my editor, I'm wrong. Just because the press turns my letters black doesnt mean my words have an excuse to be lackluster.