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It sounds old-fashioned I know, but there
you have it. I was a reporter on hometown, high school,
college, local, national newspapers. I was a magazine staffer,
a magazine freelancer. A journalist is a good thing to be while
waiting for life to give you the experience and perspective
that go into fiction. You gather material—“Get what
you can and go with what you have.” You learn deadlines,
and an un-neurotic approach to writing. You deal with editors,
you connect with your audience, you see your work in print.
Best of all, you share your ups and downs with other writers
who are in the same boat. That’s something you miss later
on, writing books alone. One more thing: once a reporter,
always a reporter. Some things never leave you: a love of
conciseness, a sense of narrative pace, an instinct for what is
important and what doesn’t matter, a knack for
interviewing. And this: a life-long enmity for bullshit.
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Copyright © 2005 P.F. Kluge.
All rights reserved.
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