There are a myriad of reasons I’m in a funk right now, but it’s not helping that it seems suddenly I can’t get a thing accomplished at work. It’s as though I’ve been cursed and suddenly no one is calling me back! I took on a freelance story this week about a retail development under construction. It should have pretty much been a slam dunk story. All they wanted was an update on the progress – things like which anchor stores have committed to the project and is the construction on schedule? We’re not talking major investigative reporting piece here – we’re talking about a short story destined for the inside pages. Frankly, this particular outfit doesn’t pay particularly well and I wouldn’t take on their stories if I thought they were pieces that required massive digging – at least not for their usual rates. I don’t have the time for those sorts of stories with my full time job, and based on what they pay, I’d be making less than minimum wage if the story required more than three or fou...
Stories from the battle to cure Hermansky-Pudlak Syndrome, and other observations about every day life