May 5, 2009


The end.


When I was a younger writer, I wrote in a constant state of worry. I worried that I wasn’t good enough to finish the assignment I was working on. I worried that the editor wouldn’t like it after it was done. (I knew I wouldn’t.) Then I worried that I wouldn’t get enough assignments to pay my bills. When I got more assignments, I worried that I wasn’t good enough…

In all my years of writing, I have never not turned in a story. That’s why I won’t panic that today is Tuesday and I don’t have a single idea for my column deadline on Friday. I won’t. Really.

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100 Queries

May 2, 2009


Self Portrait

I began my career with an IBM Selectric II typewriter, which I paid for with cash from my tips as a cocktail waitress, and a copy of the Chicago Yellow Pages. I was going to be a freelance writer, although I wasn’t sure at the time what that meant. I decided to make 100 telephone calls to anybody and everybody I thought might hire me. I called newspapers, magazines, corporations, and advertising and public relations agencies. By the time I was a third of the way through this exercise, I had enough assignments to live on.

That’s the way it was, until last summer. Publications that had run my byline for years were disappearing. Long-time editors were retiring, usually not by choice. They ones who remained were no longer passing out assignments like Halloween candy. I had to do something to keep my writing business going, and profitably so. Then I recalled the 100 telephone calls I was prepared to make during those early days. I would do it again, in an updated fashion. I call it 100 Queries. For me, a query might be a story pitch, a letter of introduction, a contest entry or a grant application–anything that could lead to paying work. I’m a third of the way through, and I’m getting new assignments and building new editorial relationships.

So, I will not whine about the awful condition of the journalism industry today and its supposed demise until I have made all 100 Queries.

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