Last week was some day noting the accomplishments of journalists. I'm not sure if it was a conicidence, but a friend asked me if going to work is still fun. After all, I have been doing this for a while. The answer was "yes."
There are frustrations-- like technology and the business side of things. I occasionally run out of things to say about snow. The foundation, show and tell, remains the same. It's really a rush to learn about things first, take a breath, and decide how to tell the world about it. Choose the words, the pictures, the emotions...
Sometimes, I'm jotting notes on a legal pad out in the field. There are other times when I have the luxury of sitting at a keyboard to tap it out. As noted here earlier, there is still self doubt and I think it will remain. At times. I wonder if I can do a story justice, if I can match the words and the pictures to make it work. I will admit to worrying for nothing. When a story flows, when a story really works, you know it-- and it still feels good, even after decades on the job.
