It all started with a tweet.
Isn’t that always the case these days?
My two-time drink partner and forever girl crush Deborah Campbell (recently nominated for a Canadian magazine award for this article) linked to an article: A veteran journalist offers advice to a young journalist.
It’s a wicked read. Don’t have time to peruse? Here’s the gist of her advice:
Don’t go to journalism school. Don’t try to join the ranks. It will ruin you.
If you insist….do it the right way. Don’t be a sissy. Live. Read the best journalism pieces you can get your hands on.
This is the piece she linked to, and the article I urge you to read.
I finished minutes ago and peeled my ass off the balcony to link it…hard. Sure, the article is a few years old. Don’t matter. It’s timeless.
Competely worth the 56 pages of company paper you may need to bring it home.
Went to my usual reading spot this evening and couldn’t move.
Holla reading spot, you'll be missed too.
It’s about 40 degrees at nighttime in
these days, but once I started sweating, wrapped a block of ice in a paper towel and poured it over my head, neck and face, ridding myself of the desperate need to move indoors. Doha
But this isn’t about me
Read it. Have fun. It might not make you a better person, but I promise you’ll love it.