I could say something here like writers are supposed to write from experience, or that the only way to talk about life is to truly live it first, but the honest truth is some days it’s just about having fun.
I’ve talked in this blog before about my love of reality TV–not the sensationalized stuff like The Bachelor, but the based-in-reality shows you can only find on cable TV. Also, more recently I’ve shared another of my hobbies: auctions. Yesterday, we found a way to combine the two. Sort of.
The latest additions to our viewing schedule are the new shows featuring storage locker auctions. And while I was pretty sure there was a gap between reality and reality TV, both the hubby and I agreed it would be something fun to experience.
So, we recently discovered there would be one in driving distance and both cleared our schedules yesterday so we could be in attendance.
As to whether or not it was just like TV, the best answer is in some ways. I know one thing for sure, there were several grown men who felt their little hobby had been invaded by wannabees who’d watched too much TV and had dreams of grandeur and found fortune. And to their credit, they were right…to an extent. A few of the eleven lockers we witnessed being sold probably went for higher prices because of the great finds we’ve seen on TV, but the flip side of the coin is I heard several stories from those in attendance of just such discoveries.
The other difference was the number of lockers that were near-empty. With a third of them, there was no guessing as to what you were going to find. It was shown before you clear and plain.
I don’t know if the auctions on the TV show are staged, as a couple fellow auction goes accused, or if they shuffle through hours and hours and many, many actual auctions to find the great stories (what I suspect) and I can’t even tell you if someone found something great yesterday. We didn’t purchase any of the lockers…and we didn’t hang around in the cold to investigate that angle either.
But that doesn’t mean I didn’t get something out of the day. My husband and I spent a good chunk of time together, a rarity in the normal, everyday grind. And we did experience a call to adventure, something that should take place in every story we write, correct? (Okay, I did tie it back to the writing. Are you really surprised?) Did I witness anything that will end up in one of my books some day? Maybe not event wise, but it sure was a great place to study people!
Do you have any hobbies or interests that pull you out of your everyday box?