An hour of Yoga, some work and two dog-walks into my yesterday, I'm sitting by the pool reading Columbia Journalism Review's piece on the HBO series, The Wire, when I get another message on my Blackberry (Yes, technologically challenged woman has one. And it scares the hell out of her that she reads it, like a former boss she used to make fun of, everywhere.)
Anyway, there's an e-mail from my MSN go-between, Tracy, who tells me the news site picked up yet another story from our Web site. And she gives me this link to MSN Money, which I happily click on, so I can figure out which story was picked up today. Then I send out the link to a handful of folks who can appreciate.
Woohoo, Part II, I write.
When my cousin calls to respond, I say: "I guess it wasn't a fluke." I hadn't been in a newsroom for so long, I'd started to wonder. (In point of fact, this often comes up in my discussions with former newspaper folk who have taken a job doing something completely different. And like any junkie recovering from a bad relationship or some other addiction, we often overlook the bad moments and are nostalgic about the rest.)
My cousin reminds me (though she's a teacher, not a journalist) that I used to run newsrooms for a living, so it's not a big stretch to think I know a little something about content. As I am walking back home, I think about what she said. And I realize it doesn't matter how long I've been away from a newsroom, she's right. I guess I do know a little something about content.
That just makes the day.