This is my weekly overview of what it’s like to be a freelance writer/reporter. I wrote it in the airport security line, but am only posting now.
(Sunday: Overhaul story for San Francisco Public Press because I’ve become incapable of talking about ABAG intelligently anymore.)
Report and write story on the sanitary district for the North Bay Bohemian.
Finally get ahold of indicted guys’ lawyer.
Phone call with fancy financial firm to write about them getting into endowment business.
Also follow-up with different editors about pitches, payments, etc.
Make calls that don’t get returned. Send emails that aren’t answered.
Write half a story on indicted dude.
Call with founder of Training Peaks for 3GO.
Write rest of story on indicted dude.
Have a brilliant idea and write a good pitch.
Calls to finish up story about fancy financial firm and endowments. Write story.
Find out my brilliant idea isn’t going to work.
Do some more work on Training Peaks story.
Calls for story on a different fancy financial firm.
Talk to more editors, make more pitches.
Go to BJs and drink with other Marin journalists.
Write story about other financial firm.
Have more ideas rejected.
Now, standing in security line at the airport and need to finish writing story about Training Peaks on flight to LA.
Stories assigned: 3
Stories worked on: 6
Stories finished: Hopefully, 5 by the time the flight is over.
Going to starve this week: Nope, sorry.