If wishes were fishes…

May 28th, 2012

Otis Redding Cover – Sitting on the Dock of the Bay

Apparently there’s an aphorism that says “If wishes were fishes, the sea would be full.”

At the end of a three-day weekend, made longer because I took Thursday and Friday off, much has been accomplished around the homestead. But so much remains to be done.
Without goals, not much would get done, eh? :)

Among this weekend’s highlights, besides a whole lot of yardwork: Seeing today’s Memorial Day parade (video to come on my Facebook page), stopping by the cemetery — I don’t personally know any of the folks buried there, yet, but wanted to pay my respects to all those lives lost in military service.

Earlier this weekend, I rode my bike to the beach — it’s not as long a ride as I’d always imagined. The weather was terrific. And as I begin to prepare for a short-but-full work week, this song is in my head.

Facing the Paper Glob

May 26th, 2012

I imagine most writers have a pile (or two) of unsorted papers.

I don’t know about other writers, but I have a hard time giving up paper. Today I decided to attack what my mom and Aunt Jean referred to as “the paper glob.” Being a Saturday with incredibly hot weather outside, I’ll be alternating between some long-overdue yardwork and hydrating indoors, while sorting and shredding paper.

Professional organizers suggest having a reward or incentive to keep the energy going, Truthfully, I can’t think of one thing. Maybe just getting it done is reward enough.

Springing ahead

March 11th, 2012

No surprise to see the happy crocus invasion in the yard this week. The colors seem more vivid this year.

Persistence

February 28th, 2012

Sometimes, success is a simple matter of not giving up. Every day offers this opportunity ~ you may get up sleepy or even sickly, but as long as you get up ~ and keep getting up after every kind of fall, you’ll get where you need to go.

This guy, Steve Pavlina says it much more completely.

Tom Petty, on the other hand, sums it up: “I won’t back down.”

‘Sorry You Can’t Spell’

July 24th, 2011

On the heels of a fairly frustrating day with technology recently, an email popped up from sorryyoucantspell@aol.com. This address was no good when I tried to reply, but the point of the message: One of my stories had two typos in the lede. That story was actually several stories, layer upon layer of rolling post-storm coverage. At one point, because I was rushing, I updated the text using an autocorrecting smartphone.

That right there was a mistake, because smartphones are dumb tools with great potential. Regardless, I fell short by not proofing better, by not taking time to see the edit through its conclusion. It’s not the first time I’ve edited an typo into a story and will probably not be the last — not that I’m the least content with that fact.

Errors rankle but don’t define me. No writer reviews his or her work without the urges to tweak something, no matter how small.

I embrace the critics, especially those who are so intensely bothered by my error, it becomes a mission to let me know. Most just email; a few call and point out the stupid thing I’ve done. They are usually a little surprised at being thanked for their kindness. Rarely do they hide behind an anonymous email address. A well-delivered criticism is a credit to both parties. It means the critic cares enough to speak up. I respect the time and consideration given my work.

When ‘local’ is meaningless

July 18th, 2011

Journalists overuse the word “local.”

It started when radio and television broadcasts dropped the habit of touting the nearest major city in favor of something, anything, to suggest they were reporting nearly from your backyard. News teases and headlines using a specific town’s name signaled otherwise to a reader. Hence “local” became the substitute. That’s when it actually meant nearly (and sometimes actually) in your backyard.

Today, “local” is pervasive in an almost perverse way. Some journalists sprinkle it throughout their copy like salt on a juicy steak. As the written word enjoys a resurgence, thanks to our Web-obsessed culture, local could easily be replaced with the name of the appropriate state, town, subdivision or street. Such specifics brighten the copy and connect the reader without artifice.

Excellent editorials

July 17th, 2011

Below are two excellent editorials, both on the same subject: The failing of an elected official, Cape Girardeau County Prosecutor Morley Swingle, to acknowledge an ethical breach despite overwhelming proof. Kudos to the Southeast Missourian for both op-ed pieces:
Swingle owes his constituents an apology
Conduct unbecoming
You may wonder why a Michigan resident and native of the Mitten State would even care about this story. The short answer: I used to live in that county and cover county government. More on that in a bit.

‘Passed Away’

July 11th, 2011

My week started at memorial services for my late uncle, my godfather. It ended with news of Betty Ford‘s death; in between, a murder spree in Grand Rapids, near where I used to work.

These days, many reporters can’t use the one word that applies in each of those stories: They all died.

Tragically. Quickly. Accidentally. After a long, painful illness. At the end of a long and fruitful life. But in the end, died. The favored euphemism these days seems to be “passed away.”

Years ago, I used that phrase in a story and my editor said, “When he passed away, where did he go? And how do you know that?”

Those questions steer my reporting on deaths. “Died” tells the truth. Leave all other phrases and euphemisms to family, clergy and funeral directors.

Bad Journalists

July 9th, 2011

I have been quite disgusted with the details of the phone-hacking scandal allegedly perpetrated by the British tabloid, News of the World. Every day this week, the stories have been worse. While listening to one radio interview with a former NOTW editor, I learned that (in his mind, anyway), journalists somehow had a right to hack into the voicemail of a kidnap victim. He said journalists “help” police that way.
That’s not how my journalism teachers put it. The level of invasiveness is sickening and the notion that, in the pursuit of a hot story, ethics would be so discarded as to allow what appears to be interference with a murder case.
There’s no excusing such behavior by anyone who assumes the title of journalist. Ever. But others are saying it far better than I. This scandal, far from being a thing happening overseas, puts a taint on U.S. properties owned by Rupert Murdoch’s empire, including Fox News, the Wall Street Journal and the New York Post.
As journalists we must work, now ever harder, to preserve and adhere to high ethical standards.

About

June 26th, 2011

I’m a journalist in Michigan, currently employed as Canton editor for Patch.com. I’ve covered local and regional government in Michigan and Missouri; health; elder care; natural disasters; small business; entertainment; and a whole bunch of other stuff. I started my career when newsrooms had typewriters and some pressrooms used actual hot lead to set type. Today, I carry my office around in a backpack and have filed stories from my car, restaurants, coffee shops, lobbies, and random outdoor locations. Check out my resume and links at www.pegmcnichol.com/resume