Notes toward nothing
Taking Old Yeller behind the shed was probably a bit more emotional than what I did. I killed Notes today. I did it thinking about something that happened to me when I was writing an article which, sadly, never got published, but which I thought was pretty damn good. One of my sources found it and refused to talk until I assured them that Notes would have nothing to do with my reporting, that I was legit.
I don't like that this would happen. If it happened once, it would have happened again. Had I continued to rise in the world with the blog sorta just there, whether or not I was posting in it with as much frequency as I did in college, it would eventually become a liability. It is just not a Serious Journalist kind of thing to have lying around.
I've been thinking about doing this for a while, since before I started working freelance with the Crier. Maybe if I get a staff reporting job I'll be granted the opportunity to start a blog with whatever paper or magazine I work at. Maybe not. Anyway that's neither here nor there.
Good night, sweet blog. May flights of angels sing thee to thy sleep.
shb
I don't like that this would happen. If it happened once, it would have happened again. Had I continued to rise in the world with the blog sorta just there, whether or not I was posting in it with as much frequency as I did in college, it would eventually become a liability. It is just not a Serious Journalist kind of thing to have lying around.
I've been thinking about doing this for a while, since before I started working freelance with the Crier. Maybe if I get a staff reporting job I'll be granted the opportunity to start a blog with whatever paper or magazine I work at. Maybe not. Anyway that's neither here nor there.
Good night, sweet blog. May flights of angels sing thee to thy sleep.
shb