Today I was referred to as the reporter from the Tribune. God, that has a beautiful ring to it.
Instead of keeping my first article as a freelancer for The Fort Pierce Tribune to a phone interview as my editor had suggested, I set up a meeting with the subject of the story at his middle school along with his mother. Then she was able to put me in touch with his father and other great sources for the story. My day consisted of making questions, asking questions and now recording them in a readable fashion for the newspaper.
Unfortunately, I’m still waiting to hear back from one crucial source. I’m hoping I can get a hold of her tomorrow to finish the article.
It’s going to be a feature story for the front of the local section. However, it’s not a timely piece, so it could be published any day in the next month. I’ll keep you updated.
I’m flipping back and forth between my article and this blog posting, fighting off the blurriness of my tired eyes. I’ve only gotten five to six hours of sleep every night since I’ve moved into my place, and it’s finally caught up to me tonight.
This reporter is going to bed before midnight on a Friday night. Now that doesn’t have such a nice ring to it.
