Friday, December 25, 2009
Small Town News
As newspapers around the country continue their struggle to survive, those in small towns sometimes thrive, though not without their own drama, humor, and even controversy. Tina Tidmore, who created the Clay News in a suburb northeast of Birmingham, knows all too well the challenges of running such an enterprise. Hear why she started her paper - and why she closed it down - in the latest episode of my podcast, Media Talking Media. Follow the link: http://www.archive.org/details/MediaTalkingMediaEpisode3-TheTinaTidmoreInteview
Friday, December 18, 2009
Today's Manifesto
Earlier today I was having lunch with some of my colleagues, many of them, like me, recently dispossessed of a job. As I stood in line, I saw a familiar face behind the counter taking our orders. It was a young woman named Cory, who I had met just a couple of months ago at a workshop for journalism students at the University of Alabama. When we met, Cory was editor at a small local magazine. Now, her magazine having folded, as so many do these days, she works in a downtown restaurant.
She introduced herself, saying, "I'm a former journalist too." I corrected her. "We're still journalists," I said.
Times are tough in the magazine business, and in the print business in general. Many of us have been forced to do something else to make ends meet. Others may yet find a similar fortune awaits. Still, given those circumstances, it's important to remember that we don't stop being journalists, we don't stop being writers, just because something happens to our paying gig.
Journalists are journalists because we have a skill -sometimes a talent - and an inclination to write, to chronicle, to document, to tell stories, to inform. That inclination can be assaulted by economic forces, or by bean-counting bureaucrats who don't know a good story from a hole in the ground, but our God-given talents and hard-won skills remain inviolate.
They can't take that away. Sometimes we lose sight of the simple fact that we were hired because we had something to offer, something to give, something of value. Something intrinsic. We may mistakenly think, as I know some do, that our talents depend entirely upon the approval of others. That, as I say, is a mistake. The talent you walked in with goes with you when you leave. You remain fundamentally who and what you were before you had this job.
It's not the job that validates you as a writer. It's the work. And you can choose to keep writing.
Writing has always had a subjective element to it. One likes your work, another doesn't. Sometimes it's easy for an editor to mistake his opinion for Holy Writ - which it ain't. It's a preference for one word over another, one story format over the other, this sentence structure instead of that one. To some degree, we all write in the dark, hoping that something we put out for public consumption will find a receptive audience and resonate with someone. Sometimes we win in this effort, sometimes we don't.
Neither eventuality means that we should give up trying. Writers have to write because somebody needs to tell the stories. We have a duty to use what we have to give something of value to someone else. Through words that educate, that entertain, that enlighten, that enrage, that empathize, we can do just that.
So to any of my colleagues who are feeling down, I would say, get your chin up. Don't give up on yourself. Don't forget that you have something of value to offer. Don't let a misfortune of economy or shortsightedness make you forget who you are, and what you are.
They can take the job. They can kill the place you work. You may choose to stop writing, but don't let anybody tell you that you are less than what you know in your heart that you are - a writer. Period.
Media Talking Media Episode 2 On The Air
Blog master Wade Kwon gives the lowdown on blogging on the latest episode of my new podcast, Media Talking Media. It's on the air right now and right here: http://www.archive.org/details/MediaTalkingMedia-TheWadeKwonInterview
Check it out, and check out our new theme music! It's a work in progress!
Friday, December 11, 2009
Consider this a sort of commercial. My new podcast, Media Talking Media, is available for free (which is why I say, "sort of a commercial") at the very impressive sounding Internet Archive. Episode 1 stars versatile and interesting local artist/actor/comedian Chris Davis. (That's him on the right)
Check it out, let me know what you think, and stay tuned for the next episode.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Where It's At
After the layoff, I had this sudden, irresistible burst of creativity, resulting in several projects being opened at one time:
1)starting this blog;
2) creating my freelance web site;
3) coming up with the second longest name for a freelance web site that I could, namely nickpattersonfreelance.com;
4) starting to build a cabinet, which for the past two weeks, has resembled an upright coffin;
5) updating and finishing my LinkedIn profile;
6) deciding to tell people what I was up to on Twitter;
7) remembering what my Twitter name is;
8)remembering what my Twitter password is;
9)considering whether I should start a second blog;
10) creating a podcast from scratch;
11) eluding the men in the white coats.
So, finishing the first version of the web site, beginning regular check-ins at LinkedIn, posting the first podcast, remembering why I never use Twitter, and surrendering to the guys in the white coats --who only wanted to sell me ice cream -- I am back to being IroNick.
Since I've been gone, a lot of good humor has been going to waste, starting with the SEC championship. Had I been more timely with the blog I would have pointed out that Tim Tebow has now made clear the difference between crocodile tears and gator tears. And I might have noted that he certainly made crying like a little girl look supermanly. Then I would have stopped.
I might have had some words for Tiger Woods, who has finally given David Letterman something to joke about. Wait for it...
Or, I might have found some grim humor in the fact that Birmingham has now had 17 mayors since September. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
But since I missed my chance at all of those things - or things that were actually funnier -- I'll just have to find something else. As soon as I do, I'll let you know. Meanwhile, I need to try to turn that coffin into a cabinet. I also need to get some sleep, although that has nothing to do with the cabinet. And I better hurry. I just thought of ten more things I need to do.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
My Card
One of the first things I figured on doing as I jumped back into the freelance pool was getting some business cards going. So I was glad to hear, in the career counseling orientation session, that the experts agreed with me.
"You really should get business cards as soon as possible," the orientation facilitator said. Then, she held up examples of the cards you can get on line for free (VistaPrint.com). She highlighted two cards, one cute and colorful, the other resembling the paper version of a gray flannel suit. Of the colorful one she said, "This card shows that I'm somebody's mom." Then she recommended the other one.
From this, I surmised that I should go for the gray flannel, especially since, I am nobody's mom. And so I did, creating a business card that gave all the contact info you would ever need and then some, making my new calling card as safe, non-threatening, and friendly to conservative hiring managers as possible.
My wife helpfully added a little typewriter graphic to give it a little pizzaz. The typewriter had all the pizzaz.
I gave a couple out, but never really felt that good about the new card. I tried to convince myself that I was doing the right thing. "One has to grow up sometime, doesn't one?" I would say to myself in a little British school boy voice for no particular reason. "You have to put on the suit. You have to be the suit. Your card has to be the suit," I would say in the voice of that guy from that movie.
A little voice in my head, which sounded a great deal like the career counseling seminar girl, said, "Your card needs to say, 'Hello there. I'm trustworthy and predictable. Not threatening. I have no ideas that you won't like. I am prepared to be only as creative as you want me to be."
Somehow, there was another little voice in my head that wasn't buying it. But he's less sure of himself than he used to be.
Then a few days later I met with my personal career coach, a great guy named Larry, who is full of great advice. I decided to show Larry my new card. His brow furrowed. "Kinda busy," he said. I translated that, "Kinda busy and not in a good way." That was the last nail in the new card's coffin.
So, I went back to my old card, which is on this page. As you can see, it's still busy. It's colorful. It's probably just a little unorthodox by some measures, crazy by others. But it's creative, it's bold, it's comprehensive, it's a bit edgy. It's risky. It's not dull. It's a lot more me.
I hope the new card doesn't scare off potential employers. But if it does, I probably don't need to be working for them anyway.
Friday, November 20, 2009
There's an App for You, Buddy
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Getting My Hands Dirty
Now that I'm looking for work, the question inevitably comes, "What are you gonna do?"
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
How Ironic!
I named my blog "IroNick" as a play on the word, "ironic," which, sometimes, I am. I thought it would be kind of witty, like when I called my old newspaper column "No Kidding," even though, most of the time, I was. Kidding, that is.
So, imagine my surprise to find that some people were reading the title as "IRON Nick," conjuring up images of me in a pose like a bodybuilder, or holding up a torch or spear like Birmingham's oldest resident pagan idol.
Ha, ha, Mr. Cleverpants. Bet you wish you had opted for clear, now, don't you?
Actually, the whole misunderstanding reminds me of the movie, That Thing You Do! In it, the insufferable lead singer names the band, "The Oneders," as a punny homonym on "The Wonders," which simultaneously points out the band's uniqueness. All it did was lead people to call the band "The O-Needers," until Tom Hanks insisted they change the spelling to "The Wonders."
I however, haven't seen Tom Hanks around here. So I will not be changing the blog's name, especially since the misunderstood pronunciation of "IroNick" leads people to an image of me as being strong, resilient, tough. That seems kind of nice, and complimentary, especially these days.
So that's what I get for trying to be clever.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Will Write For Food
So what do I do with my writing now? A reformed columnist, more cranky than snarky these days, can I hang with the blogosphere? Can blogging really be both creative and lucrative as my buddy Wade maintains? Won't I just be contributing to the critical mass of public self-indulgence?
As a young newspaper columnist it seemed okay somehow to write endlessly about the minute details of my life and opinion. That was like being part of a club - elitist, now that I think about it - of those privileged to foist their random thoughts on readers. Now that the bulk of the written word seems to be shifting to cyberia, you don't even need a newspaper to have a column. Everybody can get into the club, because everybody can have a blog.
So should I? With or without immediate remuneration? Based on the fact that I'm writing this, it seems the die is cast.