I distinctly remember my first year in the newsroom. When I landed that job at our local newspaper, I had very little experience in news writing. I was an English Lit major and had just graduated. My article writing, at the time, had been limited to school newspapers, both in high school and in college. Being from a small town, I knew the opportunities to utilize my degree were limited. So, when I saw the advertisement for the position, I jumped on it, not seriously thinking I had a snowball’s chance.
Over the past days, I’ve checked my Twitter more than I’ve checked it probably in the last six months, following the whole #copypastecris debacle currently unfolding in the publishing world.
Long story short…..
It was sprawled across the front entrance wall. Huge painted letters, five, maybe six feet tall each. My first thought was, “How?” Security constantly monitored this area with cameras, patrols and even drones. I didn’t have to ask why.
According to my mom, as a child, if I was quiet, then there was a good chance I was probably up to something. As it turns out, not much as changed. The more I’m talking (or posting in this case), the less I’m probably doing. It’s when I disappear you, I’ve usually found a groove.