I love to write. I think that’s pretty evident considering I started a blog. I write all day at work and then sometimes on the side. I’ve loved it since I was little, but back then it was different and more stories, poems, etc. Either way, since day one, it’s what I’ve loved to do. And so when I graduated high school and had my pick of degrees, I chose journalism. It opened me up to questions like, “Do you want to be the next Katie Couric?” “Are we going to see you on the 11 p.m. news?”
No. Writer. Hello.
For awhile, I had my doubts because I didn’t feel involved. I went to a college downtown, not a community college, that’s just where it was–so it was very much a commuter school. Never really made any friends when I first started, nor did I want to. Mistake number one.
Journalism is different than just writing. It’s learning to live, eat and breathe AP style. It’s about being creative as quick and to the point as possible. After all, you have five seconds to capture someone’s attention in your first paragraph and if you don’t have them, they’re gone.
Blogs like this are more free and fun. I don’t really believe anyone reads them and this one is fairly new.
But when you’re writing for a publication, it’s a rush. Such a rush. There is this feeling, whether it’s online or print, of seeing your name there on something you’ve worked hard on with other people. I love that feeling. It’s the same everytime I finish something. I love reading through something I’ve written and just thinking, “Damn, that’s good.”
I love being able to tell a story, especially someone’s story. It’s quite a responsibility, really. Talking to someone and understanding every aspect of it inside and out then portraying it perfectly within a set of words. For that moment of time you spend with someone, whether it’s in person or on the phone, I get that piece of them and we connect. We’ll probably never speak again but always have this connection. I remember every single one.
What I also love journalism are the people. Granted, I’m fresh meat. I’m just a year out of college but I feel as though I have a world of experience. Once friend went straight out of college to a newspaper, and many intern at magazines or other similar places around the city. Another has had internships with ESPN and the NCAA. Another writes military freelance all over the country. Then my professors. All journalists currently working in the field. I’ve truly learned from the best. It’s incredible establishing a relationship with these people.
What I loved about the class I was originally with from Junior year on was we all had our nitches. A few writers of different styles, photographers then editors. Oh boy, who knew editing would be fun? I love it. That’s even more of a challenge. I never knew I’d have this crazy eye for consistency, style, etc. And taking what someone else has done and turning great work into a masterpiece is a fun challenge. Or terrible work into something readable.
I’m rambling. It’s because I love it. And where I’m going is I took the time, stuck it out, spent five years in school and here I am–a published freaking journalist. Not just in a school publication, I’ve got work from my full time job and other work I’ve done on the side. I didn’t think this could happen so soon. And yet, it has. I can tell writing on a professional level is coming easier to me, I rarely get writers block and ideas just flow.
And if I can stick it out and have made it this far just a year out of college, anyone can do whatever they put they’re mind too. Sure, that’s cliche. It’s never easy. Five years of college wasn’t easy, especially with my last three semesters having a major focus on my second concentration (like a minor) in new media basically building websites, coding, etc. I’m surprised I graduated with hair because while I was living journalism, I was also living html, Flash and ActionScript. But I did, and here I am. I put my foot down, busted ass and did it.