The local news rag once famously declared in front page bold type it had “100 Years of Pubic Service.”
Yup, you read that right. Pubic. It was on Leno and everything. So now seems as good a time as ever to explore blogging again. Maybe, maybe not. I miss the opportunity to write any chance I get. Doing it on the regular was taxing though. Internal dialogue, monologues about current affairs and general rants seemed like a waste of my time and energy (and yours too dear reader).
Now more than ever, it looks like newspapers might not make it. I use to curse those lucky enough to get paid to write. I almost got onboard that grave train twice. The first opportunity was working as a writer for my hometown paper. The only problem was the position was for a sports writer. I probably know more about arthroscopic surgery than football. Not to mention spending my weekend surrounded by drunk rednecks, mosquitoes and fighting a raging case of swamp ass just to write about something I care not even a tiny bit about would have been hell. Plus ,I let my radio station manager convince me to stay in broadcasting. Um, yeah, the choice between radio and newspaper is like picking between the Titanic and the Hindenburg. It was pretty clear where both were heading, even way back in 1997.
Flash forward to a few years later, the hometown paper interviewed me several times for an online editor position. It would have been the perfect job for me. I had masters in Technology and an undergrad in English and Journalism. Yes, I’ll wait while you critique my writing style and grammar. OK, glad you are back. I don’t know who finally was hired. By the time I was no longer in the running, I had to stop caring. It is pretty heartbreaking to get rejected by a paper best suited as birdcage lining, but I was. At least we now get to hear all about this lady and her cats. Fingers crossed this corpse of a publication will drop long before the New York Times. I always wondered what happened to “Mimi” from “The Drew Carey Show.”
http://www.staugustine.com/staff/heymen-anne.shtml
Yup, you read that right. Pubic. It was on Leno and everything. So now seems as good a time as ever to explore blogging again. Maybe, maybe not. I miss the opportunity to write any chance I get. Doing it on the regular was taxing though. Internal dialogue, monologues about current affairs and general rants seemed like a waste of my time and energy (and yours too dear reader).
Now more than ever, it looks like newspapers might not make it. I use to curse those lucky enough to get paid to write. I almost got onboard that grave train twice. The first opportunity was working as a writer for my hometown paper. The only problem was the position was for a sports writer. I probably know more about arthroscopic surgery than football. Not to mention spending my weekend surrounded by drunk rednecks, mosquitoes and fighting a raging case of swamp ass just to write about something I care not even a tiny bit about would have been hell. Plus ,I let my radio station manager convince me to stay in broadcasting. Um, yeah, the choice between radio and newspaper is like picking between the Titanic and the Hindenburg. It was pretty clear where both were heading, even way back in 1997.
Flash forward to a few years later, the hometown paper interviewed me several times for an online editor position. It would have been the perfect job for me. I had masters in Technology and an undergrad in English and Journalism. Yes, I’ll wait while you critique my writing style and grammar. OK, glad you are back. I don’t know who finally was hired. By the time I was no longer in the running, I had to stop caring. It is pretty heartbreaking to get rejected by a paper best suited as birdcage lining, but I was. At least we now get to hear all about this lady and her cats. Fingers crossed this corpse of a publication will drop long before the New York Times. I always wondered what happened to “Mimi” from “The Drew Carey Show.”
http://www.staugustine.com/staff/heymen-anne.shtml
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WooHoo!
I'm glad your blogging again... I enjoy your writings.
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