Well, finally

[veronica_rich]

Someone cares. I hack away week to week, covering issues in a local small town for a nearby large publication, in a corner of the region I don't think more than 10 people notice. Lately, an issue has blown up to bigger proportions, something the little paper in that town didn't even cover but is now starting to get into - me, I've been writing about this issue pretty steadily for the past few months. So today my editor tells me if it weren't for me staying on this particular issue, it wouldn't be anywhere in the publication for which I write.

Was some brief good stuff.

Comments

[yoiebear.livejournal.com]

Congrats! I'm sure you've had a much better week than me. Hell, a much better day. Sometimes I wonder why I'm a reporter, then I wonder what the hell else I can do with my life. LOL
At least you know you matter in your work and you matter to me; you've talked me through the worst workday of my life, so far.

[veronica-rich.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I wonder why I'm a reporter, then I wonder what the hell else I can do with my life.

I sort of just fell into this line of work out of college. I didn't want to be stuck at Taco Hell after having gone through all that effort to get an English degree, and my mom heard of a job opening at the local paper, and it went from there. Whether it's this or fanfic or fiction, even when I don't WANT to do it, I must write. I have no choice. (I tried not being a reporter for a year back in 2001 and realized it was extremely difficult to give up. But I won't do it forever, I hope I can eventually do some other kind of writing for money.)

you've talked me through the worst workday of my life, so far

Oh, you'll have a worse one at some point, and then you'll look at the first one and think ... nah, you know, they're all bad in their own special way, and worse ones don't make the previous ones much better in comparison. LOL. My first editor told me on several occasions if people were bitching and picking on me, it meant I was doing my job, same as if they lauded me with rose petals. I almost went home my second day of reporting crying because I had no idea what I was doing and it just seemed too stressful and too difficult.

[yoiebear.livejournal.com]

Writing for money. I like that. Sure won't be for newspapers.
See, I fell into this in college. I had failed out of the Computer Science program (I still wonder what I was thinking going into that) and decided to take a Journalism course to see what it was about and loved it. So, when I get my internship at the local paper I knew what I was doing.
I haven't really had BAD days. The worst one was simply because I was tired and frustrated because it seemed that every time the phone rang it was someone calling to bitch at me for stupid things that were not my fault. But, you helped me through it.
I'm happy for you that you stood by your story when most wouldn't have. I have little time to stick by my own ideas because of all of the crap my City Editor gives me.

[captsparrow4evr.livejournal.com]

You go, girl! I realize it isn't a lot but you have to bask in what you get, right? But maybe something bigger will come along and you'll get the nod to cover that now that you've had a kind of exclusive by default. Congratulations!