Guess I’m supposed to be blogging about stuff

Guess I’m supposed to be blogging about stuff

Posted inRandom Musings, Rants, Writing
Blogs are like great weights affixed to your neck, or rather, like a 200-pound sets of car keys. You don't want to carry the damn things around, but the car won't start without them. It's been a while since I've blogged here. Probably should have stayed current. Should have been updating all along. Could have talked about this project or that, or merely talked about James Gandolfini passing away and why Bruce Springsteen is probably better than I give him credit for and why the Akira manga is crazy good. Yet the truth is, I'd rather be working on new…
Why journalists hate their life, redux

Why journalists hate their life, redux

Posted inRandom Musings, Rants, Uncategorized
A few days ago I shared why journalists hate life, namely, the sheer ineptitude of management that seems hellbent on driving papers to extinction, kicking employee morale in the face while doing it. This is an industry-wide problem that is killing newsroom after newsroom and making reporters, frankly, not really give a damn about their job anymore. Well, here's another story, courtesy of KC Confidential: The Kansas City Star has told reporters Karen Dillon and Dawn Bormann that one of them has to leave the paper, and they — not management — have to decide who goes. “Dillon has seniority,…
Are you a writer if no one reads you?

Are you a writer if no one reads you?

Posted inRandom Musings, Writing
The question seems ridiculous, doesn't it? If you write, you're a writer ... right? Isn't that how it works? But the fact is, whether they admit it or not, every writer has grappled with a variation of this question, subtle or otherwise. After all, we don't simply want to write, we want to be read. We want to be experienced. We want to be RECOGNIZED ... ... as a writer. And there's the crux. What separates "a writer" from someone else? When can Joe say it when Bob can't? The basic answer is that if you write you're a writer.…
Why journalists hate their life

Why journalists hate their life

Posted inRandom Musings, Rants, Uncategorized
It's no secret that the world of journalism is in flux. I spent over a decade in the world of newspapers, those fussy, papery things created by ink-stained wretches, and while I can't say I don't have an extreme fondness for those old relics -- I think they're wonderful, actually -- I can say that I don't have an extreme fondness for the visionless people who so often run news organizations. My friends still in the news business don't disagree. A good friend who is an investigative journalist with a fairly large regional daily has seen his office withering under…
So what’s next?

So what’s next?

Posted inRandom Musings, Writing
Wait, what? One of my huge problems is attention span. Always has been. Always will be. Just ask the people who had the unfortunate job of being my teacher back in Lakehurst. What this means is that even when neck-deep in a major project or three, my mind is on what's next rather than what is right in front of me. This is true even right now. It's not like I'm not busy. I'm currently working on a follow-up to A Year of Hitchcock with Jim McDevitt, the third installment of the Pitched! anthology series with a number of fantastic…