It’s officially week two of NaBloPoMo!

That’s right. I’ve written every day for seven straight days. Well, eight, if we’re counting the blog post from last week.

This is a big deal for me. Even when I’m working for both papers, I rarely write EVERY day. The last time I remember writing this much was years ago, before “blogging” was a thing and I was filling journals faster than I could buy them.

But it’s been a great week. When I decided to give NaBloPoMo a try, I had a moment of anxiety. I wasn’t sure that I could write enough to post every day. I wasn’t sure anyone would want to read stuff I write everyday. I was afraid it’d be just another post mucking up everyone’s feeds.

But WordPress tells me that people are actually reading (which is a different kind of nerve-wracking). Every time I refresh my stats, it makes me smile. | And I do this. Seriously. I do. | And I do this. Seriously. I do.

I know this is only the first week, and as we get closer to finals and Thanksgiving, it’s going to be harder, but I’m not going to give up. I’ll keep writing about the thoughts and things that come my way. Thank you for reading this week – and really, if you have ideas or questions for me, send them my way on here, Facebook or Twitter.

Some things I didn’t get to this week:

Things I may talk about this week:

  • Vanessa, Bailie and I are taking a road trip to Umbarger Sunday for the Annual Umbarger German Sausage Festival. I am way too excited about this. I hope it lives up to the food we had in Germany.
  • The Amarillo College Common Reader author, Joy Jordan Lake, who wrote Blue Hole Back Home, will be on campus Monday, then at the Amarillo Museum of Art Tuesday afternoon and finally at the Amarillo Globe-News Center for the Performing Arts Tuesday evening. I’ll be on stage there asking her questions. It’s free, so come see me speak while petrified (I WILL one day conquer stage fright).

Print is not dead

I heard two things that ticked me off today.

“Print is dead.”

“Theater is not a real major. That’s a hobby.”

Each comment was referring to two very different topics, but the idea behind each was the same: to belittle a passion and try to convince someone that their particular passion is worthless, or at least worth less than others.

The latter was something repeated to me by my sister-in-law, a (you guessed it) theater major. As a newspaper journalist, I hear the first constantly. Both are infuriating.

NEWSFLASH: Newspapers and print aren’t dead. If you need another source, watch this TED Talk by Jacek Utko. Are newspapers and print changing? Absolutely. Are there fewer and fewer jobs? Obviously. Is it dying? NO.

Yes, print journalists are increasingly expected to be a one-man factory spitting out writing, photography and video. Yes, there are fewer jobs and more competition. But the beauty of this is that it pushes us that breathe, sleep and live news to be the best in our field. It pushes us to learn new skills to stay relevant, whether it be radio or TV broadcasting, public relations, advertising, or graphic or web design.

There’s always going to be a demand for us. We may not be pumping out 30-page dailies, but that just means we’ll pour our passion into the print editions we do get to create (check out this semester’s print copies of The Ranger for proof).

And even if the demand dwindles, it’s still not going to die. We won’t let it. We’ll adjust and keep on. Because regardless of the long hours, the ugly Facebook comments and the stress of covering yet another horrible accident or scandal, those of us that are in it for the long haul love print journalism with our entire being.

I made this in Intro to Graphic Design last year. Because all I think about is journalism. Perez, my instructor, was a good sport about it.

I made this in Intro to Graphic Design last year. Because all I think about is journalism. Perez, my instructor, was a good sport about it.

We’re not going to stop – just like those theater majors and dance majors and graphic design majors and all the others who have heard the same spiel.

Let us have our passion – and go find something that lights YOU on fire.


I almost forgot…

…It’s November 1! Which means NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) and NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month).

I’ve decided to go with the first, as I’m more likely to blog every day, even if it’s just a few lines, but less likely to write a 50,000-word novel by the end of the month with school, writing for The Ranger and writing for the Amarillo Globe-News.

Hands and keys

Look! I’m typing! (You never realize how gross your keyboard is until you take a photo of it. Also, don’t ask how I got the shot.)

I hope that committing to writing every day helps me get over my fear of hitting the “Publish” button. I love to write. Everyone around me knows that I do. It comes easier to me than it does a lot of other people (even though I still need an editor every.single.time) and after I’m done with a piece, I usually feel OK about it.

But I’m also making a mental list of at least a handful of things I could have done better, spots I could have made more interesting or sentences I could have tightened. Knowing that my writing is never perfect and that someone, somewhere will not be pleased makes me clam up every time.

I’ve known for two weeks that I had committed to NaBloPoMo. I cycled through hundreds of ideas for the month. Yet her I am, posting day one at 11:42 p.m.

So I’d like to ask you, my loyal readers, to give me some feedback. What should I write about? Is there any story you’ve heard from me, but would like me to share with the world? I have a bag full of embarrassments, from bounce houses to somersaults in the mud, that I’m sure would get a few laughs.

Should I write about those? Or should I share more thoughts on my favorite things? Thoughts on my least favorite things (like the fact that 95% of the drivers in Amarillo really shouldn’t be behind a wheel)? Give me a topic, a word, anything, and I’ll do my best to write about it.

Except for tomorrow. Tomorrow, I’ve already got a plan. There will be pictures and hopefully, laughter.


The photo that inspired tomorrow’s post. There’s a lot more where that came from.

See you there.