I HATE JOURNALISM.
There I said it. BOOM! I’m a writer who hates journalism. Shoot me, I don’t care, I’m not the only one.
I don’t care about sniffing out the story – I’d rather make up my own story. I don’t care about gathering the critical information to expose this or that. WHO CARES? NOT ME!!
Plus, journalists can be viewed as annoying and invasive. Two things I am not.
So you don’t think I’m going completely bonkers, I’m doing some freelance journalism and it’s becoming the bane of my existence. My deadline is passed and no one who is supposed to be approving the ads I’m writing for them is calling me back, despite the fact that I call and email them every god forsaken day. So now I look like the idiot.
What’s good about this situation? I can put it on my resume. I’ll be getting a check. What’s bad? I’m not getting a byline. It’s causing stress I don’t need.
To my friends who love the newspaper and journalism and sniffing out the story – kudos to you. Have fun. I’ll stick to my stores and novels, thankyouverymuch.
I appreciate my loyal readers allowing me this rant.