There is something in journalism called the can.
No, not the toilet.
It’s the place, in my experience most likely some sort of file
or desktop folder, where writers keep stories they’ve decided to save for a
slow news day.
I toiled seven years in print journalism, and there were a
lot of days I just didn’t want to write or wondered whether there would be
enough words to write to fill the paper.
One of the things I learned early in my journalism career was
if I would like to receive a paycheck, the paper must be filled.
My bosses never liked my suggestion we fill it with
crossword puzzles so the can saved my butt more than once.
I feel like now is a good time to tell you I have no idea where I’m going with this, and the time it takes you to read these words will be time you’ll never get back.
It’s been a more than a week since I met Josephus.
Come to think of it, “met” might be the wrong word since we weren’t introduced and our one conversation was short. (more…)
For a pretty good while last Thursday night, those two words were the only ones on the computer screen in front of me.
I’d even joked about a plan to simply leave this column blank except the above words and ride off into the proverbial sunset. (more…)
July was a roller coaster of a month — full of ups and downs — so it should be fun to look back. (more…)
I watched a lot of TV this weekend, and I feel now is a good time to give credit where credit is do. (more…)
They said it couldn’t be done, but it’s done. (more…)
Each time I get writer’s block, which is often, I look for writing prompts to make the light bulb come on.
It’s generally a good bet no matter which list of prompts I read, the question of why I write — or some variation of it — will be included.
So I decided to answer it. (more…)