In a conference with a creative writing faculty member who’d, quite frankly, gone a little bonkers, this faculty member cautioned me against putting too much into my manuscript for fear of having nothing left. This, I realized later, was the faculty member’s problem and not mine. But in the moment, I was challenged: what could I write about next? I explained what I hoped to write about next, not understanding that this was beside the point, and then said that if anyone walked through the world with any natural curiosity, they’d find stories everywhere.
Newport Beach police are investigating the death of a woman who was found inside a large storage bin filled with dry ice in a hotel room late Thursday, authorities said today.
Police discovered the fully clothed body inside a rubber or plastic container while searching a room at the Fairmont Hotel at 4500 MacArthur Blvd., where they arrested a man for possession and sale of cocaine at 10:15 p.m., said Newport Beach police spokesman Evan Sailor.
It was unclear if the man, whose name was not released, was involved in the death, he said.
And then this:
The coroner will examine the body to determine if the woman was a homicide victim.
Ahhhh…. Maybe she committed suicide by crawling into a plastic bin full of dry ice. Maybe she ended up dead elsewhere, accidentally maybe, and someone moved her to the hotel, hoping she would be discovered, eventually, but they didn’t want her to smell. Definitely a story here. And if that’s not enough for you:
“It was well preserved,” Sailor said.
Either the spokesman or the reporter has one heckuva sense of humor.
That’s HILARIOUS. In my program, we’re constantly told not to “save things,” but to spend them at the earliest possible opportunity.