Write Hard, Die Free {musings}

This pin.
When I was a cub reporter at the Kansas City Star, I was gifted one of these by an editor.
I came across it again today and I stopped.
I wrote about 5-6 stories on half of a suburban/rural county north of Kansas City every day as part of my “fellowship.”
I smoked too many cigarettes, stayed up too late and lived off sauteed spinach and spaghetti. Sometimes ramen. I made about $25,000 a year. My credit card regularly paid for groceries.
This is where I started.
Today, I make a slightly better living and have learned to cook other things on the cheap. I quit smoking (unless I’m out or stressed) over 4 years ago. I rarely write stories.
But I’m still a journalist.
I dropped in on a class at USC yesterday and I looked at the students, a couple of whom I knew.
I want to tell you this:
You will work too hard. You will no be paid enough. You will get yelled at, doors slammed in your face. You will stand on the side of the road next to a terrible accident in heels until your feet go numb from throbbing. You will never forget that accident.
You will write stories you hate, and your editor will kill the only sentence you like in that story.
But it will be worth it, I promise.
The sleepless nights, the carpal tunnel, the lack of a social life outside the newsroom, it’s worth it.
One day, you will look up and realize you’ve done this for six years and you have never stopped loving it. You will be tired, your shoulders will ache and you will only be thinking about the story. Today’s story. Today’s experiment.
Journalism will beat you up and leave you by the side of a road, but it will come back for you a few hours later, with the promise of a story so good that you’ve got to hear it. A tweet so heartfelt that you might cry. It will hand you a project that is so awe-inspiring that you will work on it until you fall asleep on your laptop.
I still love spinach. I still don’t make enough. I could leave this industry — and I did — and get paid twice as much. But I came back to it.
I will always write hard. And I know because of that, i will die free.