I am Journalism

Bare with me. I am still under construction so before you roll your eyes and snap your fingers, know that only God can judge me. What you thought I was going to say something else. Wrong. Seriously, I am trying to build up this site.  And, once it is ready. You will be hooked. Trust me babe. You will love it. You will think about I am Journalism, every waking day of your life. Trust me babe. You will be hooked:) Yeah, I like the cadence so I had to do a repeat, like a hot Beyonce song, “All My Single Ladies.”

I like to joke a lot. I mean, I like to really joke. You know, call up my friend and explain to her that her ma just died. (Yes, my sense of humor is  gross). It is only a joke. Geez.

Writing really is just as complicated as building a house. Those words are  from my poet-professor teacher.  You get frustrated because you want every window to sparkle and every brick with cement to fit perfectly.

See, the thing about writing is you are either called for it, admire it, or just born to simply manipulate words into beautiful stories. My mentor-mother, does not fully agree with this comment, but I do.

How I do it.

I sit at home  on a wooden dining room table with my cell phone on silent, looking down every now and then hoping some hot guy has sent me a message or at least called. My eyes are always  glued to the computer screen, but a worry Monkey stays on my back. I worry about if, I am staying true to the person who trusted me to share their story. I worry about what the mean-spirited commentators would say.  I just worry.

More so with death stories.

I don’t think people realize that as a journalist or a good journalist, we have to re-live the incident. We think about the people we are writing about before we put the pencil to paper or the keys to the keyboard. You can call it what you want, but I do believe that a journalist has to become that person, then leave that person to capture that story. Maybe because it is 3:31 am that I am thinking about this.

Stay with me.

Don’t get me wrong, I love being a journalist. I love piecing together beautiful stories that you can read.

Sometimes, I get lonely, but like a caged animal this is what I was meant to do. I try to run, but it always finds its way back to me. I try to convince myself that may be, just may be, I am not that good.  I am reminded everyday that God lives in me and through him I can do anything. To be honest, I just want to be a good journalist.

This is why.

I want to always stay loyal and true to my reader. And, treat this like it is brain surgery, not exactly on the same page but trust me it is similar in more ways than you will ever know. Well, okay, okay, let me explain. We have to take our time, just like doctors. We need nurses, but we call ours editors. We can  save people’s life too. Think health writers, science writers and news writers.

Yours Truly:)