A friend of mine is a crime reporter. One day he covered the story of a woman giving birth in a stairwell, ran into another woman giving birth, then later that same day saw two boys drown in the river. As he walked into the newsroom to write it up, somebody said, “Hey Jeremy, how’s your day going?”
He said, “So far, I broke even.”
I’m having that kind of day. My story for the paper got bounced back as too markety (which I worried about) but I’m in the top 30 WordPress blogs today. Since I’m on an internship I’m getting paid exactly the same for blogging as for reporting, so I have mixed smug/anxious feelings about this.
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Tough luck with the article, but congrats on thy wordpress dominance. My experience with journalism has always been, “Sensationalize everything and you can’t fail!!!!!!!!! Prince William drunk again!!!!! Also, something about local elections…”
You’ve been blogging like crazy, by the way. I usually put out a relatively sedate post per day, but even that is a stretch for a guy who wrote maybe two dozen days a year for four years straight thanks to the miracle that is skipping class.
Keep on keepin’ on.
Thanks. You do know you’ve been in the top five several times, right?
As for Prince William, those stories get my attention but the ones that start NUDE PARIS HILTON or better yet NUDE GAY PIRATES are better for hits. No accounting for taste, eh?
You do put out one post per day, but there are generally at least a thousand words in it; my blogging tends to be more “look at that neato thing! Hey, there’s another!” It’s Short Attention Span Theatre online!
If I’m still sober when I get home I’ll blog. Now I must go dress as Edgar Allan Poe’s child bride even though I’m nearly old enough to have actually BEEN Edgar Allan Poe’s child bride.
E.A. Poe paedophilia, nude gay pirates, neato things… you just summed up why I bother reading this blog.
I am aware of my flirtation with the top of the list, but I know it’s cheating since I rely on the howling mobs of American college football fans to get me there. That’s like saying you were the second most populous city in Europe thanks to the Black Death decimating a third of the continent.
Unfortunately, I’m still relatively sober. So alas I must blog as promised. No nude gay pirates, but much Poe-pedophilia (the guy really got around) and a fair bit of unrestrained gossip coming up.