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Blog-9 Of pre-writing a journalistic piece

Beginning or Intro- The experience of a man flying an RC- Helicopter through a reporters perspective. Reporter describes everything almost as if he was the man being described. From here branches of to a conversation with the man asking him if what he experienced was worth the $3K. the man does not answer only looks up at the sky.

Ascen- Cluster stats, facts and specs of hobby. Cover all areas- more specifically cost vs performance /parts. accessibility/availability to newcomers. Flying one- from beginners to advanced

plateau- Learning the cost v enjoyment of hobby. The answer to the question raised by reporter in the beginning.

decceleration- explanation of hobby v really flying-helicopters- cater the hobby,definite connection with the real thing

End- Reporter tries to fly the mans helicopter...

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S. Chandler said…
Whoa! Flying the guy's helicopter might be an expensive proposition - unless you have logged some time doing that sort of thing my guess is it will not come in for a smooth landing.

Sounds like a good topic. I like your "flight simulation" plan for the essay.

What will your focus (what your essay is "about") be? What is the angle?
March 17, 2007 at 12:57 PM
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