Ah, I'm a Journalist

Doh! Facts, truth, haha. I'm a journalist! I woke up this morning realising I had solved that particular question.

So, what does this mean for my creative endeavours?

I guess the question really is what kind of writer SHOULD I be?

I quote from ex-fellow-Boot-Camper, Louis Malloy from an email correspondence:

"...I think you know once a certain type of story starts to get accepted for publication. That's probably not a self-confident answer, but we're at the mercy of our audience. If you want to be writing epic tragedies, but you can only get comedy porn published, then face it- you're a comedy porn writer. Just an example of course, not specific to me."

That about sums it up, doesn't it? I don't think I will make it as a journalist, maybe a columnist - maybe. As a writer, now, that looks more and more like it's going to be something commercial and as Louis said, whatever mercy the audience have at the time of going to press.

Speaking of the press, I think we're in an amazing age of freedom of the "press", whether you're a blogger or a staff writer for the New York Times. It's a shame there's so little worth reading out there. When people were doing illegal pamphlets in some dark-age, it was out of necessity to get some truth (or a version of it) to someone, somewhere. But now, what cringe-worthy rubbish is out there? Where's the quality, dude?