Saturday 30 March 2013

"Journalism is literature in a hurry".

If you read my utterly rubbish blog post last Friday, you'll have learned that I've spent 4 days this week doing work experience at a local newspaper.

After my first day, I left wondering if I actually had any chance of coping in such a tough and competitive industry. After my last day, I knew that if I wanted it enough, I would be able to. And there was certainly no doubting that this was something I really, really wanted.

My involvement in my University's newspaper has already offered me a little bit of experience, but writing for a professional newspaper was on a whole other level. As a literature student, I have been trained to write in a style which shows my knowledge, my range of vocabulary and my ability to use a Thesaurus. Writing essays for my teachers at school and my University lecturers in particular has been about not only displaying academic ability, but writing skill. 

To achieve high marks, it's not only about what you've written, but how you've written it. You must show flair and coherency if you want the points you are putting across to seem plausible. And once you have a point to make, you have to expand on it. Squeezing as much as you can out of one tiny literary element has been drummed into my mindset since I was at least 15 years old. 

This style of writing in a newspaper is totally irrelevant. It might as well not exist. Space on a page is precious and cutting down the word count is crucial. There is no room for "flowery" language, waffle or babbling - who is going to care if you use an impressive/complex word or phrase? The editor of the newspaper won't. The reader of the newspaper certainly won't. They just want the facts. They want the information you are supposed to be feeding them, and as a journalist, that's the best you can offer.

My time on work experience also taught me that there is far more to newspaper journalism than being a good writer. Interviewing witnesses and sources for evidence is crucial, and to find out the appropriate information, you must obviously ask the appropriate questions. 

Over the four days, I watched two interviews and sat there totally mesmerised, wishing that I possessed the skills that the two journalists I was shadowing had. They were both so calm and controlled. They knew what they were talking about, they knew the questions they wanted to ask and fitted them chronologically into place, so their interview had structure. There was no stammering, stuttering or fumbling of words. In fact, there was barely any hesitation at all. They both had so much confidence - something I reckon I'll need to get my hands on if I want to get anywhere in this dog-eat-dog industry.

There is also a heck of a lot of team work involved. An article might only have one writer but a journalist would not be anything without their colleagues. The team I was working with really were a team. They pulled together to hit their deadlines and helped each other through any complications along the way, while still keeping their spirits up, cracking jokes and making each other laugh. 

All of the reporters and journalists I have worked with this week taught me so much and have been hugely inspiring. This was my first proper time working in the field I've been aspiring to be in since I was nine years old, so to have this experience as my first push into the industry is fantastic.

Many thanks to all at the Isle of Thanet Gazette/Canterbury Times for a brilliant four days. I know this is the beginning of a long journey ahead for me, but I'll always be glad to look back and remember fondly that this is where it all began.



Friday 22 March 2013

March

The last month has been, to put it lightly, a bit mental. I have virtually been living in the library for the last 10 days of my life, and it's been as exciting as it sounds. I actually reached a point last week when I wondered what the hell I was doing paying my landlord rent when I've technically spent more time in Augustine House than I have in my own home. However, my assignments for this term are done, dusted, finito - and I can finally relax. Sort of.

It's Easter next weekend, which seems mental that we've reached that part of the year already. There's been a vast array of chocolate eggs on display and filling the shelves of supermarkets pretty much since January - Creme Eggs, Lindt bunnies, Malteser bunnies - apparently now the new thing is Aero Lambs (?!) - a perfect opportunity to eat a colossal amount of chocolate and not feel as bad as you usually would for it.

Next week I'm going on work experience at a local newspaper! I'm absolutely terrified, but it will be brilliant to finally see how the whole dynamic of journalism works, even on a local scale, so hopefully it will go well. I'm also going back to Center Parcs in 3 weeks, and after last year's fun filled adventure it's sure to be just as eventful. Thankfully there will not be any tree-trekking involved this time so I won't be whizzing off in the wrong direction on a zip-wire, much to your disappointment I'm sure - then again, there will naturally be other opportunities for me to make an idiot of myself. Probably involving the children's adventure playground.

And finally just to flatter his already enormous ego, I promised I'd mention my friend Harry Taylor in this post because apparently there isn't enough mention of him on my blog. So hi Harry. Hope this makes you happy.

Happy Easter! Have a good one.

Nats. X