In which I complain about writing some more:
Articles are hard to write. Like, really hard. I don't think I ever realized that until I actually sat down and tried to think of what to write. It's entirely different than news stories.
In news, I can bullshit my way through. At least so far. They give you the information, you write about it. Inverted pyramid. It hasn't been very challenging yet. But for magazine, it's really proving to be an entirely different beast.
Which is probably why I'm staring at a blank word document wondering what the hell I'm doing.
I know what I want to write, sort of. But none of it is right. Nothing. What I do manage to write sounds like shit, looks like shit, and probably legitimately is shit. And surprisingly, I think I'm ok with this. I think that's the point of all this. I don't know shit about anything, so it seems like writing shit right now should be ok. It's a learning experience. Now I know that I don't know shit about what I want to do, so I should learn what the fuck I'm doing before I attempt to do it for real, you know?
I just wrote that paragraph, and I feel like I'm just restating everything that's been said in class. Because I am. But even if you think you understand what's going on, and believe that you believe what's being said, there's still a difference between that and actually knowing. I now know what I don't know. I know that I don't know anything. And well, that's half the point of this class, isn't it?
Quote of the Day:
"Reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it."
- Jane Wagner
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